0 comments/ 34268 views/ 11 favorites Holiday in Malaysia By: AlwaysHungry This story was co-authored by AlwaysHungry and MusicalChick. Dear Arielle, It has been a year now since we met in Kuala Lumpur. Those three days went by so fast, and there is a lot that I have never told you. The firm that I work for expects me to maintain good relations with our clients in Malaysia, and one way that I do that is by participating in their holiday festivities. December 11 is the birthday of the Sultan of Selangor, which is officially celebrated in Selangor, the state in which Kuala Lumpur is located. I remember the first time I met your eyes -- on December 9. It was the day that I arrived in KL, and I was exploring the city, looking for an air-conditioned restaurant where I could take refuge from the tropical climate. I found one, a stroke of luck which I only fully appreciated later. I seated myself, ordered lunch, and then happened to look in the direction of the table where you were seated alone. I wasn't expecting to see another person of European descent, and blond, no less. You met my eyes, and your expression was both intense and ambiguous. Neither of us looked away -- the gaze lasted too long to be casual, and yet there was nothing that I could read in your expression. Finally you looked away, and I turned my attention to the waiter who had just arrived with my food. But I was both intrigued and, I admit it, aroused by my momentary contact with you. Arielle: Yes, I too remember this well. I had been deep in thought at the time, with my mind on other things. I had landed in Kuala Lumpur the day before having visited friends and family in Australia. It is a long flight back to the UK, and after having completed the whole trip in one stint far too many times previously, had decided this time to stop for a few days before returning home both for rest purposes and for thinking time. I had decided to treat myself to a non-aeroplane meal in a lovely cool restaurant to relax and begin to make decisions about my future. I leaned back in my chair, picked-up my menu, but suddenly had a feeling of being watched... I looked up from my menu with a start. You were also sitting alone at a table across the room. I remember taking in the fact that you were dark haired, pleasing to look at, probably quite tall, but it was the fact that you were directly looking at me that initially jolted me. You should have immediately looked away embarrassed upon me looking in your direction, but you continued to hold my gaze! I had to force myself to break eye contact with you as it seemed inappropriate to stare at a complete stranger. I returned my attentions to my menu, wondering what on earth had just happened. The words on the menu seemed strangely muddled after this brief encounter, and I realised that I was feeling a bit hot and flustered. I forced myself to appear composed and focus on my choice of meal. Andre: I guess it was sort of mutually shocking. I don't think I ever told you that I discovered only a few hours later that you were staying at my hotel. I had gone down to the lobby to buy a newspaper, and I decided to take a walk through the big courtyard where the pool was, on my way back to the elevators. I recall the pool being sort of L-shaped, and as I turned the corner, I thought I saw you in one of those reclining lounge chairs. I wasn't certain at first, because you were wearing sunglasses, but the hair was a giveaway, long, blond, and curly. I almost introduced myself to you, but I thought it might be awkward, because you were rather scantily attired in your emerald green bikini, whereas I was in shirt, slacks and shoes. Permit me to confide in you that I was quite fascinated by your body; there was something about the way that your hips flared out from your slender waist, and there was a certain delectable plumpness to your thighs, but in particular the mouth-watering curvature of your crotch, highlighted by that green fabric. There was something about your posture that made it distend a little, and I was fighting with myself not to be too obvious about looking. I was hoping that, behind those dark glasses, your eyes were closed or otherwise occupied, because I didn't want to be caught ogling you. I tried to keep walking at the same speed and the same direction, and I put my gaze properly back on the path I had chosen back to the elevators. Once I was safely alone in the elevator, I finally permitted my imagination to run free. I was thinking about what might be beneath that satiny green fabric. As the elevator came to a halt on my floor, I was suddenly anxious about meeting someone in the hallway, because my cock was straining against my slacks. I was relieved to find the hallway empty between the elevator and my room. I had intended to go out and do more sight-seeing, but I put that plan on hold as I hurried down the hall. In my imagination now I was doing my best to reconstruct the complete image of you in the lounge chair. I remembered something sparkling on your belly, was it in your navel? Your bikini top had some sort of twist in it and was tight against your breasts -- had I seen the outlines of nipples? As I was thinking this, I was disrobing. I stopped before my pants were off and had the presence of mind to put the "do not disturb" sign out on the door. Then I stripped naked and pulled the covers back from my bed. I had no pressing schedule to worry about, and I was planning to savor this. I lay on my back and brushed my palms lightly along the length of my erect cock, willing myself not to go too fast. I my mind's eye I considered what might lie beneath that emerald bikini, how wet it might be, how the texture would feel against my lips and tongue, what you might taste and smell like. I speculated about your sexual appetites and style; would you be aggressive, shy? Voracious? Yes, for the purposes of my fantasy, you would be voracious. Somewhere along the line I forgot all about my plan to take it slow, and the next thing you know, I was erupting all over my upper body, my face, and the fitted sheet. The cleaning maid was going to notice this for sure, I thought. Oh, well, let her have her little thrill. After a some time, I got up, showered and went out. Well, now you know. Arielle: If only I had known this at the time. After my meal, I returned to the hotel as you now know. I lay on my bed and tried to read, but could not concentrate. I had many things to ponder and sort out in my mind so I was surprised to find myself thinking about you. After all, we had only looked at each other in a restaurant. The thing is, that momentary gaze had really captured my attention. I told myself to stop being silly. I would never see you again anyway. I got up from the bed, discarded my useless book, and decided to get changed and lie out by the pool and top-up my tan. I undressed and found myself pausing in front of the mirror to look at my own body objectively. I had not really thought about sex for some time as I had been busy with work and my recent travels, but as I studied myself, I idly wondered what a new man, (you perhaps) would think of me. Would I seem attractive? My gaze started at my feet and gradually moved upwards. I saw small feet with subtly painted toes, long slim legs leading to a little strip of hair barely concealing neat pussy lips, decent hips, and above these a flat stomach and small firm breasts. I stopped myself, turned away from the mirror and made a grab for my bikini and a sarong, wishing myself to be more curvy and plump and feeling confused. Once by the pool, I removed the sarong, put on my sunglasses, lay back in the sunshine, shut my eyes, and tried to relax and empty my mind. After a short time, I had the same uncanny feeling of being watched that I had experienced earlier. I did not move my head, but opened my eyes behind my dark glasses and saw you walking from the hotel lobby towards me. I am sure you were studying my body as you were walking. I suddenly felt quite vulnerable lying there in just my small bikini as you were fully clothed, but at the same time I found myself feeling very aroused. I did not indicate that I had seen you, but almost imperceptibly tilted my hips up towards my body to make the most of my very modest curves. I held my breath as for a moment I thought you had recognised me from earlier and might have come to say hello. I thought I must have been mistaken however, as you walked by purposefully heading towards the elevator. Once you had disappeared from view, I took a deep breath and tried to make sense of what had just happened. You were clearly staying in the same hotel as me. Were you staying with a woman or on your own? Had you recognised me? I now know that you had done, but felt unsure at the time. Surprisingly, I found my mind drifting inappropriately. What would it be like to be kissed by you and let you run your tongue down my nearly naked body whilst you were fully clothed? I had not considered the concept of being 'on display' before, but found I liked the idea very much, and hoped that you had indeed noticed my slender body. Andre: Whew! Looking back, it seems that sex was definitely in the air in that hotel. Maybe it was a full moon, or just the tropical climate -- but I'll tell you another secret: when I got back to my room, I let myself in, and I heard the squeaking of bedsprings from the other room, followed by the sound of scampering feet. and then Qairanee appeared in the doorway with the little cart she used for cleaning the rooms. She looked flustered as she said, "Excuse me, sir, I am just finishing up with the bedding." Well, I'm sure that was the truth, judging by the intriguing aroma that lingered in the room after she left. I guess I'm definitely busted after that stroll by the pool. And here I thought my glances were so furtive. Whatever you did with that tilting of the hips certainly ignited something in me. The funny thing is, we might never have met, were it not for the overcrowded restaurant at the hotel, and the waitress asking me whether I would mind sharing a table. Arielle: You are right, it was against the odds that we did actually end up meeting. I hadn't planned on eating out a second time in the same day, and certainly wasn't going to go out alone in the evening in a strange city, but decided that I would feel safe enough in the hotel restaurant. I showered, combed out my curls, put on a light dress that fell above the knee and ventured downstairs. The restaurant was not noisy, but was clearly very full. I scanned the room and could not see a free table, and was about to turn to leave when a waitress approached me with a smile of welcome. She asked if I was a guest at the hotel, and I explained that I was. She told me to wait for a moment, and went off to consult the table bookings, disappearing from view. When she returned, she apologised for keeping me waiting and asked if I would mind sharing a table, telling me that she had already checked with the table occupant who was happy to oblige. I nodded and thanked her, now just hoping to get a quick meal and leave as soon as possible. "Follow me," she said. I was led past a number of tables towards the back of the restaurant, past a row of large ferns and potted palms which concealed the very back of the room where there were a few more tables. You were sitting looking at a menu at the furthest table in the corner and did not see me approaching. I knew before we even reached our destination that this was the table I was being directed towards as the rest were busy. My mouth went dry. I knew you had seen me in my bikini earlier on. I would be now expected to talk to you. Oh God, what if I made an idiot of myself? I took a deep breath as we approached and prepared myself for our introduction. Andre: I remember that dress, and the momentary glimpse of your thighs. I was quite conflicted during the first few minutes of our encounter in that restaurant. I could tell right away, from your accent, that you were an Englishwoman. Mind you, I had never met an Englishwoman, but I had made the acquaintance of enough Australians and South Africans to be able to differentiate the accents. I grew up in the great bland expanses of the American midwest, and I had formed a notion in my mind of English women as being sexually exotic, if not downright kinky, because of little cultural tidbits I had encountered on the internet (such as "dogging.") And I will admit that I was excited by this. But as we dined together, I found you to be well-spoken, cultured, and refined, and I felt inwardly embarrassed to think that only hours ago, I had been lying naked in my bed, bucking my hips and urgently stroking my cock as I imagined you in one scene after the other, each one lewder than its predecessor. Now you were a person, and not just a hot babe in a bikini that I had viewed from a distance. Nevertheless, when you offered to share some wine, you may recall that I accepted without hesitation. Arielle: I remember sitting down, fiddling with my bag for a moment to buy a bit of time, and then having to look at you properly for the first time. Close-up, you actually looked better than I had originally thought with your tall frame and dark hair. Your accent was pleasing and seemed exotic to me. You are right - I am well spoken, well educated, but not at all prim and proper on the inside. As I began to make small talk with you, my mind was drifting unhelpfully. I wondered as a dark haired man whether you had any chest hair, I wondered what you might do if I were to gently stroke your thigh under the table, I could not get the thought of you running your tongue down my nearly naked body out of my mind... I pulled myself together, kept my thoughts to myself and continued to chat sensibly until the waitress arrived to take my order. I found myself spontaneously ordering a bottle of wine and asking if you would like to share it with me. You smiled immediately and said that you would enjoy that very much. Andre: My goodness, if I had known all of what was going on in your mind, I probably would have been much bolder in my advances. As I recall, when we entered the elevator, there had no discussion of whether we would both be disembarking on the same floor, but that changed during the ride. There was an awkward silence when it started up, so I shyly leaned down to kiss you. The way you kissed me back almost made me cum in my pants. I remember that I allowed my hands to glide over your ass as we kissed, just barely touching you. I'm glad the elevator was antiquated and slow, because I enjoyed every moment of that. And when I think of how you finally seized my hand, guided it up under your dress and placed it upon the crotch of your panties -- when I remember how wet they were -- it causes my cock to spring to life even now, so that I have to take it out and stroke it a little. Or maybe more than a little. I have vivid memories of what we did when we got to your room, but I'd like to hear how you remember it, and what was going through your mind. Would you indulge me? Arielle: Yes, that kiss. This all seems so unreal now. I am a sensible woman normally, but just desired you ever since you gazed at me for too long in the restaurant with your penetrating eyes. When you leaned down to kiss me tentatively, I kissed you back hard, nuzzled your neck, stroked your head, loved the feel of your large but gentle hands just brushing my bum. Something came over me. I wanted you to know how excited you had made me, and guided your hand to my crotch. You just let one finger explore under the soft lace for a moment, feeling my wet slippery pussy, then put the finger to your lips, tasting me. I think you were surprised at my boldness again when I pulled your whole body towards me to continue that kiss. I wanted to feel you press yourself against me. I wanted to know if you were as excited as I was.....It would seem you were. The lift came to a stop at my floor. We looked at each other for just a moment before I reached for your hand and gestured for you to come with me. Once in my room, you kissed me again, and began to explore me with your hands. I stopped, pulled away, asked you to slowly undress me, look at me, make me desperate, not touch me yet. You shrugged, smiled, and carefully took hold of my dress and pulled it up and off over my head. I stepped out of my shoes, and stood in just a small pair of lacy knickers, enjoying your lustful stares. I asked you to undress. I wanted to look at you, desire you, and take a little time before letting myself go completely. Andre: I was desperate to see your pussy. The little taste of it in the elevator had made me so hard that I couldn't see straight. But I was willing to play along. I was happy to show you how hard I was, but all in due time. I remember that I kept my eyes on you as I unlaced my shoes, took off my socks, and unbuttoned my shirt. Your nipples were hard and looked oh, so inviting. I undid my belt and lowered my trousers. I noticed the polish on your toes -- it seemed to be opalesque in color. There was a damp stain on your knickers, over that little bulge that had driven me to distraction down by the pool. Now I was only in my briefs, which could scarcely contain my straining cock. Your eyes were like saucers. I pulled the elastic band down a few inches, so that my cock sprang free. I didn't know whether you wanted me to stroke it, but I couldn't really help myself. I was trembling with excitement. I kept stroking myself, very slowly, as I eased my briefs to the floor with my other hand, and stepped out of them. But I don't mean to interrupt -- please continue. Arielle: Indeed, I shall continue. My recollections of this part of our tale are still very vivid to me. I did not break eye contact with you as I keenly watched you undress. Neither of us said a word. When you finally released your hard cock, I had to stop myself from gasping out loud! Still maintaining eye contact, I slowly lowered my knickers and stepped out of them, lay back on the bed, and parted my legs so that you could see how wet I was and what a neat little cunt I have. I slowly reached down, and touched myself, smearing my juices over my swollen clit, running my finger round in slow circles as I watched you stroke yourself. I could barely contain my excitement, and realised that I could cum very quickly just touching myself and watching you! I made myself stop therefore, put my hand by my side and looked at you, hoping that you would join me on the bed. Andre: That's funny, I made myself stop for the same reason. I could very easily have showered you with cum had I continued a few seconds longer. And I could see you beckoning to me, but I had to pause and kneel on the floor before the bed, so that I could adore your cunt for just a few moments. I was so excited to be finally seeing your clit up close, seeing your abundant wetness, and smelling your hot fragrance. It took a supreme effort not to devour you then and there, but I knew I would get my chance, so I rose and joined you on the bed. Arielle: I was glad to take you into my arms and feel your bare skin against my own. I could so easily have let myself go, but wanted to take my time with you, wanted my own climax and yours to be colossal. We kissed once more, and as we kissed, I raised myself into a kneeling position whilst you were lying on your back, wanting to look at you some more and tease you, perhaps until you finally lost control. I kissed each of your nipples, nuzzled your chest, licked your stomach, and slowly followed the lovely trail of dark hair down your navel towards your crotch. As my journey continued downward, I could feel your heart beating faster, hear your breathing quicken. I paused, nearly reaching your cock and then bypassing it completely, kissing your legs, knees, running my tongue slowly up each thigh in turn. I could sense your frustration, your desire, and wondered how long you would endure this. I just brushed the tip of your cock with my tongue naughtily, then stopped and looked at you. Holiday in Malaysia With a roar, you flipped me over onto my back and began to tease me. I lay helpless now as your tongue crept up my thighs. I parted my legs so that you could see my glistening slit which was dripping wet and eager for your tongue or cock. You paused, looked at my crotch on display, open and vulnerable, then leant forward and buried your tongue between my now swollen lips, lapping up my juices, tongue fucking me with apparent delight! "Sit on my face," you commanded, rolling onto your back. I knelt on all fours over you with my bare ass facing you. I let you just look at first before lowering my slippery pussy onto your face and leaning forward to put my lips around your cock. I felt you 'start' as my mouth made contact and began to caress. Now that neither of us could speak, all we could do was lick, lap, caress with soft wet tongues and enjoy the sensation of both giving and receiving. I knew I was now close. Your face must have been soaked. I knew you were close as your balls had contracted, pulling up towards your cock. I continued to caress your cock with my mouth, began to stroke your balls with one of my hands, sat down hard on your face as I felt myself begin to climax and spasm. Oh, it was huge.....I screamed out as I let go, cumming hard, sending hot juices over you. At the same time, I sat upright, stroked your cock with both hands as I wanted to see you cum too! You spurted long and hard, hitting my breasts, stomach and face! There was a pause whilst our individual climaxes began to subside, our breathing begin to slow down. Eventually I climbed down off my 'ride' and lay next to you, amazed at what had transpired in just a few short hours. "Thank you Andre," I whispered. "I am so glad we met today." Andre: Yes, that's how I remember it, too. I loved the sight of your cunt descending toward my face, and the feel of your swollen lips in my mouth. And when you gushed, it made me cum. It was divine. The next morning, when I woke up in your bed, I reflected on what had transpired the previous evening. I remembered our discussion over dinner, our mutual interest in classical music (incidentally, I still often wear the Dvořák T-shirt you sent me.) I was somewhat thunderstruck that someone so cultured and erudite could also be so wanton and wicked in bed. As I was enjoying the memory of what we had done in your room, my cock began to stir, and then your eyes opened and you smiled at me. We pulled one another close and exchanged a slow, voluptuous kiss, and it was clear that you could feel my cock jutting against you, because in no time at, both your hands were gliding along it, as your tongue glided along mine. I moaned my approval, and you shifted your hips so that you might part your thighs. I sent my hand there to investigate, and discovered the same intoxicating wetness that I remembered from the night before. I allowed my fingertip to venture inside, and then brushed it lightly along your slit, spreading the ambrosia. As I approached your clit, I made a little detour around it, gently massaging your mons. Your kiss became more provocative, and your hands on my cock more insistent. Arielle: Yes, I recall sighing out loud and wondering to myself how I had ended up in bed with such a gorgeous man when only 24 hours before I had been on an aeroplane! You woke me up to my dormant sexuality within those few hours. I had never been so filthy. When I had woken, for a moment I had been confused as to where I was, but soon remembered. The feel of your very erect cock pushing against my body brought back delicious memories of gushing copiously the evening before. The feel of you gently stroking me between my legs was divine. At the same time I ran my hands along your manhood. I was so wet again, so very wet. I knew I would not last unless I made the next move. I wanted to fuck you slowly, tease you, make the moment last. I pulled away abruptly. You looked at me questioningly for a moment, then you smiled as it dawned upon you what I was going to do next. I turned around, bare ass in the air, lowered myself a little, paused, and then just as you thought I was going to lower myself onto your face as I did the night before, I crawled forwards and just touched your cock with my wet slit. I did not let you enter, but just glided my wet pussy gently across your length, spreading my juices liberally, letting you watch what you wanted, but not letting you fuck me yet..... Andre: You like to provoke me, don't you? I loved the feel of all that wetness against my hand, and your pussy smelled really hot. It made my mouth water. When you brought it near my mouth, I almost forced you to my face again so I could wrap my lips around your succulent clit, but then I thought of how nice it would feel to be inside you. And to my credit, I did let you torment me for several good minutes, as I recall, before I jumped up and grabbed you. What do you weigh, about 85 lbs? You seemed weightless. I remember holding you by the ass as I stood next to the bed, and kissing you hard as I moved your whole body up and down against mine. I felt the tip of my cock catch in your opening, and then we began to move together, working it slowly, centimeter by centimeter, inside. That was exciting, and so was the kiss that went with it, your naughty, naughty tongue. And then at a certain point I gave in and allowed the entire length of my cock to slide up inside you, which was so sweet and tight and wet. You quickly locked your heels behind my knees and began to move your hips so that your cunt rubbed along my cock in a most exquisite way. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a wordless cry of pleasure. You grinned and said, "I used to be a gymnast," and then our mouths and tongues met as we began to fuck in earnest. I remember the kiss becoming more and more urgent, until we broke it off to whisper dirty little confidences to one another. I think you told me that you adored my cock, which made me want to give it to you slower and deeper, and we whispered about how good it felt, and then we were warning about the orgasms that were coming, except that by then we were shouting. I don't think I told you that when I excused myself after breakfast to make a business call, I was actually postponing my flight back to the States, which was scheduled to leave that evening. Instead of boarding a plane, I cajoled you into going to a nightclub. You may recall that you were not entirely enthusiastic about it. When we got there, there was a band playing some variety of loud jazz fusion that incorporated indigenous Malay instruments. We were seated near the band's PA system, and having a conversation was sort of out of the question, so instead, I snuggled up to you and began to kiss your neck, under your jawline, behind your ears. You seemed to like it, and soon your hand was on my hip, wandering toward my thigh, and suddenly it found my cock through my slacks. The lighting was dim, aside from the flashing lasers or whatever they were, so I allowed my own hand to make its own little journey along your thigh. I spoke into your ear, so that you could hear me over the din, asking conversationally, "Is your pussy wet?" You smiled and nodded. My hand continued its pilgrimage, encountering some slippery terrain as it approached your panties. When it reached its destination, the panties were awash with sexual goodness, and my hand began to explore the textures that could be easily felt through the thin, wet fabric. I felt you suddenly arch your back a little at the contact. You looked at me with a hint of alarm. I spoke into your ear loud enough to be heard over the music, "Don't worry, no one can hear you!" At which point you gave me a conspiratorial grin, and leaned over to speak into my ear, "Make me cum!" I began to press your panties into your cunt, making them yet wetter, and then I would drag my finger teasingly around your clit, just grazing it in transit. You began to say dirty little words of encouragement into my ear, half-shouting to be heard. There was much that you said that I didn't understand, but I got the basic import, and I was concentrating on the wonderful sensations of exploring your cunt through your sopping panties. At one point the words stopped and were replaced with moans and cries, some of which, to be honest, were probably loud enough to be heard over the music. I looked up at the stage and saw the trumpet player staring right at you. He was a dark fellow with spiky hair and sunglasses. He then took a few steps over to the bassist and spoke to him, after which the bassist also looked over at you. I saw you smile back at him a little hesitantly, and then your eyes closed in pleasure as you rubbed your delectable cunt against my hand. Then you opened them up again -- I think you were determined to make eye contact with the musicians that were watching as you approached orgasm in a public nightclub. That was when I began to suspect that you were a bit of a show-off. Had you done anything like that before? I continued to watch as you alternately closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the sensation, and then opened them again to meet the eyes of the increasing attentive musicians. Then you crossed the point of no return, thrusting your hips forward,writhing and crying out. A moment later the band reached the end of its song and paused, and you turned to me and said, "Let's go." I asked whether you would like one more glass of wine before we left, and you were adamant that we must leave right now, this instant. I was a little concerned that perhaps you weren't feeling well. Your face was tense and your eyes fixed. We hastened in silence around the corner from the club into the dark side street where I had parked my rental car. I opened the door for you, walked around to the other side, and let myself in. I shut the car door, and immediately you were tearing at my trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them, and seizing my cock. You said urgently, "I want to taste your cum." I could tell that you had no intention of teasing me this time -- you leaned over and swallowed my cock to the hilt, sucking it like there was no tomorrow. It dawned on me that you were not feeling ill, just desperately aroused, and I suspected that your initiation into exhibitionism was responsible. I began to speak to you -- "Did you like showing those fellows on stage how you can cum?" You moaned and sucked me with an urgency that I knew was about to make me cum, too. "Do you want to taste my cum soon, Arielle? You're going to make me cum -- " and you redoubled your efforts, until I was spurting over and over into your mouth as you made little muffled cries of excitement. You swallowed all that I had, and continued to suck, even after my cock lost some of its rigidity. You came up for air and said hoarsely, "I want more!" "I don't think I can to that just yet," I said apologetically. "I need a little time to recharge." Arielle: You poor man. I was a bit of a surprise to you wasn't I? I recall that I suggested you drive us back to the hotel where we could sit and have one more drink in the bar as the night was still young. We both went to our rooms to freshen-up, then met up again shortly after. The hotel bar had dimmed lighting, soft music and a luxurious feel to it. We settled next to each other on a large comfortable looking sofa with a low table in front of us. Our drinks were brought to us, and we both relaxed and chatted easily. Other guests came and went, and before too long, the bar was pretty deserted. One other couple sat nearby, but did not look particularly happy. Perhaps they had been arguing? I returned my attention to you and whispered in your ear. "I loved what you did to me earlier," is all I said. I smiled naughtily, broke eye contact with you, and demurely took a sip of my drink. I momentarily caught the eye of the man sitting nearby who had looked unhappy earlier. He immediately looked away and returned his attentions to his partner. I felt your hand on my knee and shivered. I did not look at you, but did not stop you as your hand moved up my leg to my thigh. I let your hand wander, smiling a little when instead of reaching the edge of my knickers, your fingers touched soft, trimmed pubic hair instead. "Now why am I not surprised?" you grinned. "I must have forgotten my knickers," I replied demurely. You smiled then and kissed me. "You naughty girl," you chided me. "I am wet," was my only response. I took another sip of my drink and sighed rather loudly as your hand began its journey once more. The couple on the nearby table did not notice, and were exchanging heated words. I was by now longing for you to touch me again, and so only vaguely noticed the woman at the nearby table get up angrily and leave the bar. I shut my eyes as your fingers slipped into my wetness. Without thinking, I parted my legs slightly with longing. When I opened them, the man on the nearby table was openly looking at me! He looked slightly startled, but did not stop staring. "Open your legs a bit more Arielle," you whispered whilst nuzzling my ear. "Let him see what a proper woman is like!" I was not sure that this was a good idea, but looked up at the man at the nearby table again. He looked mesmerised, smiled at me and continued to stare openly. I looked at you, and you put your other arm around me, making me feel safe. After a deep breath, I spread my legs, allowing him to see my whole wet pussy, your fingers gently stroking my clit, spreading my juices. I looked at the other man again, and he adjusted his position slightly so that I could see a bulge in the front of his trousers. He continued to stare. You continued to stroke my little hard clit. I knew I would cum very quickly, but needed to do so quietly. I felt it build and I am sure you could feel the fact that I was swollen, hot, even more slippery. "I can't hold off!" I whispered. "Wait," you commanded, took your hand away, and dropped your wallet on the floor. It landed just under the table. You had to get on the floor to retrieve your wallet, turned to get up, looked to see if anyone else was within seeing distance, then put your mouth between my legs! One touch of your tongue was all it took to make me cum. I tried to keep quiet, but let out a stifled moan. You lapped-up my juices swiftly, closed my legs, pulled my skirt down, then climbed back onto the sofa next to me. I did not dare to look at the man at the nearby table immediately. When I did look, he had gone, perhaps to go and deal with his own erection! "Are you recharged now?" I asked..... Andre: Indeed I was, and remember? I offered to show you. When I watched how excited you got, displaying your cunt to a stranger in a hotel lounge, my cock stood right up, and had to have that cunt of yours in my mouth. I loved it when you came in my mouth. As soon as we got into that lumbering elevator I took my rigid cock out of my pants. You closed your hand around it eagerly and cooed in my ear, "I love the way your cum tastes!" "Likewise," I replied and reached under your dress to find your sopping pussy. I slid two fingers easily inside, and brought them up to my mouth, sucking your juices hungrily. Just then the the elevator ground to a halt, so I hastily tucked my cock back into my pants and we hurried down the hall to your room. Once we were safely inside, I asked you to sit in a chair, while I removed my trousers and shoes. You sat there demurely as I stood in front of you, naked from the waist down. I thrust my hips forward and began to rub my cock over your face. You opened your mouth expectantly, but I resisted the temptation to slide it in. I reached down to unbutton your blouse, finding, as I had suspected, that you had gone bra-less as well as pantiless, and I began to rub my cock over your breasts, feeling your small, hard nipples brush against it. I had to bend my legs and sort of squat to do this, and it felt very lewd. Then I lay on your bed and said breathlessly, "Show me your pussy." You stripped off your skirt and positioned yourself over my face, giving me a good look. You ran your fingers through your wet pubic hair, parted your pussy lips, captured your clit between your fingers and teased it a little. "Feed me," I demanded. You put your fingers inside, brought them out glistening, and put them in my mouth. I moaned my approval. "More," I said. You obliged me. I told you I loved it. You did it some more. Then you asked if I wanted you to cum. "Please, Arielle, cum for me," I begged. And then you cried out, and a little geyser of your juices hit my face. I caught as much as I could in my mouth, and then seized your hips and brought your cunt to my face. How I loved it! You were so wet. You tasted and smelled like paradise. You rocked your crotch urgently against my mouth, pulling my head against you with your hands. Suddenly you broke free and turned around. You paused for just a moment to let me admire your cunt at close range, before you lowered it once more to my face, and began to devour my cock. I was pretty sure that you wanted to taste more of my cum, but I wasn't quite ready for that. I knew I would be before long. But I gasped out, "Wait!," and maneuvered myself into a sitting position. I beckoned to you, and you understood my meaning. You lowered yourself on to my cock, straddling my hips, and then we began to fuck slowly and purposefully. I pulled your face to mine, and our tongues began to dance, as I enjoyed the slippery grip of your tight pussy encasing my cock. At one point, you broke off the kiss and arched your back, offering your breasts to my mouth. I moved restlessly from one nipple to the other, kissing, licking, nipping, as you murmured your encouragement. Our hips moved together perfectly, teasingly, let the excitement mount. I knew I was going to cum soon if we continued, so I lifted you and turned around, placing you on your back and hoisting your legs up over my shoulders. I slid my cock slowly all the way inside you as I nuzzled the instep of your left foot. With your body stretched in this way, I could probe your sweet depths, and I began to feel your cunt muscles clench around me, milking my cock. We fucked this way, once again, with growing intensity, until I let your legs down and leaned to whisper in your ear, "Did you like it in the car, when I filled your mouth with cum?" "Yes," you whispered back, and began to fuck me more fiercely. "Did it taste good?" I asked. "It tasted so good," you gasped, "I think I'm going to cum again!" "I love it when you cum," I said hoarsely. "Cum for me and then let me taste it!" "If I do that, will you do it for me?" "Yes, darling! Cum for me now!" You squeezed my shoulders with surprising strength, and came loudly. Then I pulled out of you and lay once more on my back. You straddled my face again, facing me, and gave me another little show, fingering your cunt which was now swollen and puffy from our fucking, and glistening from your orgasm. Then you turned around to face the other direction, and began to rub it all over my face, coating my nose, my cheeks and my forehead with your juices, until I could no longer stand it. I opened my mouth wide and forced you against it, swirling my tongue in a sensual vortex around your clit. And then I felt you swallowing my cock. I knew I would cum almost immediately, but I held back as long as I could, feeling the orgasm approaching, until suddenly you were drenching my face with your cum, and I could hold back no longer. Arielle: That was some evening wasn't it? I smile whenever I recall it. We eventually realised we were both exhausted, and after winding down, chatting and giggling together at our shared naughtiness, we snoozed together in my bed. I woke before you and lay there in silence for a while. I knew the fun would not and could not last as I would have to return home soon, many thousands of miles away. I smiled as I remembered opening my legs in the hotel bar in front of a stranger, having been driven crazy with desire by your soft strokes! Unbeknown to you at the time, I only had one more night at the hotel before flying home. I decided I would make the most of things. Holiday in Malaysia I crept to my suitcase and brought out my trusty dildo. I could not remember the last time I had used my poor neglected friend, but had packed it out of habit. I returned to the bed and lay back. I had become wet and aroused again just thinking about our drink in the bar the evening before. Good job really that I was near to returning home - my parts would definitely need a rest. I slid the dildo into my wet pussy. It was not as big as your cock, but a smaller comfortable size that suited me well. It felt good, really good. I switched it onto my favourite setting, and noticed you wake at the slight buzzing sound. You rolled over, saw what I was doing and watched, blinking with tiredness. I began to slide the dildo slowly in and out, and at the same time rub my clit with my other hand. I am an expert at this, having pleasured myself alone many times before, but never with someone watching before. It pleased me to see you harden at the sight of me, but just wanted you to watch this time. I began to slide the dildo in and out more urgently, making sure that it touched my sensitive spot inside, began to rub my clit with more vigour, watching you watching me. I felt my pussy begin to tighten around the dildo, knew it would not take long. I loved you watching me being so wanton, fucking myself for my own pleasure. I continued to fuck, continued to stroke myself and by the time I did cum, bent both legs up to my chest, such was the intensity! I think I cried out a little at the same time! As my climax began to subside, I relaxed my knees, pulled out my dear old friend which was dripping with slippery juices, looked at you and simply said, "Morning darling." Andre: It was a good morning, wasn't it? I didn't let you know, but I was already awake. I'm a light sleeper. I heard you creep across the room, but when the buzzing began, I had to open my eyes and investigate. You looked wonderful as you fucked yourself, and I loved the way you watched me watch you. I kicked the sheet off so that you could see how my cock was standing straight up and throbbing. Afterward, I told you that I would go to my room for a shower and a fresh set of clothes, and then meet you in the coffee shop downstairs. We had a pleasant breakfast -- do you remember the roti bakar? -- and then we began to make our way toward my room. We didn't discuss what we were going to do there, but I think we were very much on the same page with regard to that. In the elevator we kissed again, and once again you brought my hand to your crotch. We emerged from the elevator, and found the hallway empty except for Qairanee and her cart. As we walked toward my room, you grabbed my hand and put it over your crotch again. I don't know whether Qairanee saw this, as she was about to enter the room adjacent to mine for cleaning. As we entered my room, I kissed you again, and then asked, "Arielle, do you like to masturbate?" It was a rhetorical question. You smiled and replied, "I love to masturbate." "Show me again," I said. You looked at me quizzically for just a moment, and then began to disrobe, smiling at me and holding my gaze as you did so. You were wearing the outfit of a professional woman, with a creme-colored blouse, a wine-colored skirt that came just above the knee, stockings, and business-like shoes with short heels. You looked very executive, which made the idea that you were about to masturbate for me seem all the more erotic. You folded each garment neatly as it came off, and placed it on the couch, until all your naked loveliness was on display. You stood there regally for a moment, letting me admire you, after which you moved an armchair to the middle of the room and sat facing me. Suddenly I was struck by an inspiration -- I knew that there was a risk that I was about to do something that might violate someone's sense of propriety, but I threw caution to the winds. "Wait just a minute," I said. I stepped through the door, and then went outside my room into the hall. The door to the next room was open, so I hurried inside, and saw Qairanee cleaning. "Qairanee," I said, "could you come with me for a minute?" She looked puzzled, but replied, "All right, sir." Qairanee followed me next door into my own room. As she passed through the little alcove into the living room and saw you sitting there naked, both she and yourself looked momentarily shocked. I didn't say a word, and acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I was hoping against hope that I had not offended anyone. Qairanee gave me a panic-stricken look for a moment. I put my finger to my lips, requesting silence, and then I directed her gaze back toward you. I was relieved when she fixed her eyes on you and stood motionless. She seemed transfixed by the sight of you naked, particularly your neatly trimmed pubic hair, and your obvious state of arousal. At this point, there seemed to be an unspoken consensus that you should proceed with your show. You smiled hesitantly as you began to work your fingers in and around your pussy lips. Soon your smile took on a more enthusiastic and somewhat glazed quality as you began to employ a variety of techniques. Your busy fingers moved to and fro from your nipples to your pussy, sometimes going inside, sometimes tracing lazy circles around your clit (which had become a particular focus of desire for me.) My attention wandered to your feet, which were very attractive with those opalesque nails, and your toes were clenching and unclenching in a most appealing way. Qairanee drew closer, as did I. Your seemed to appreciate our rapt attention, and your motions began to accelerate. You made eye contact with both us and asked, "Do you like my cunt?" Surprisingly, we both said "Yes!" in unison, with real conviction. "Come closer," you said, "and get a good look." We drew closer still. Then you began to cum. It seemed to last a good ten seconds or so, and you drenched the chair with your juices. But you didn't seem inclined to rest, or even slow down. Your eyes closed involuntarily as you kept up the full intensity of your motions. I fell to my knees at this point and cradled your right foot in my hands, after which I raised it to my mouth and began to suck your lovely toes. I heard you moan appreciatively, but then my peripheral vision detected some motion to my right, and I glanced up to see Qairanee shifting her weight from one foot to the other in a state of agitation. Her mouth was hanging open. Then she made a sound, a sort of wordless exclamation, and the next thing I knew, she was hoisting her shift up over her head. She reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere, casting it aside. Her breasts were similar in size to yours, but with long nipples that were sticking straight out. Her hair was as dark as yours was fair. I remember that she had slightly bushy eyebrows and a skin tone that was sort of a pale olive. Then she wriggled out of her panties. She stood, a little awkwardly, with her legs splayed apart, and placed her hand on her own pussy, which was framed in an abundant corona of thick pubic hair. Suddenly I was longing to suck it. She began to mimic your masturbation. I stared at her, forgetting for the moment the pleasures of sucking your toes. I could see her caressing her big clit with her thumb, while probing herself with two fingers. The air was heavy with the intoxicating aroma of aroused pussy. At this point my cock was hard and throbbing insistently, and I could no longer remain a spectator. I arose and took both of you by the hand, leading you into the bedroom. I tore off my own clothes and lay on the bed, pleading, "Arielle, please fuck me." Qairanee was gazing longingly at my cock as you straddled my waist, facing me, and proceeded to work my cock into your tight pussy. Once it was finally all the way in, you began to move your hips up and down, back and forth in a most erotic way. I looked up again and saw Qairanee kneeling next to us on the bed, uncertain about her role in all this. I beckoned to her, indicating that she should straddle my face, facing you. Her cunt was quite hairy and had a spicy smell which made me quake with anticipation as I thrust my hips upward, burying my cock deep inside you. Then Qairanee gasped as I pulled the wet, fleshy folds of her cunt to my mouth. I was loving every sensation, and it didn't bother me that I could no longer see what you and Qairanee were doing. Feeling it was more than enough. Did I miss anything? Arielle: You don't know how I was feeling at the time! Prior to us meeting, I had led a pretty ordinary sort of life, experiencing some good sex and some bad. You took me to new heights. I never in my whole life would have entertained the idea of masturbating in front of others, let alone seducing a man with another woman, (but it was oh so fun). Initially I felt a little uncertain as Qairanee lowered her keen cunt onto your face as I was straddling your cock, but the sight of her obviously enjoying this sensation only served to increase my pleasure. I began to move, gently at first, savouring the sensation of your hard cock filling me completely. As I fucked you, I watched Qairanee begin to rotate her hips, heard her sighs of pleasure as you caressed her with your tongue. I caught her eye for a moment, suddenly felt brave, and reached out to stroke her breasts tentatively. I heard her moans of approval which made me want to fuck you harder and faster. I shut my eyes, concentrated on the feel of your cock, on the feel of Qairanee's soft yielding skin, and increasing moans of lust and desire. My pussy began to tighten and I too let out a sigh... "Fuck him harder!" I cried out loudly. We both began to move urgently. You were our victim, our slave. I looked again at Qairanee. Her eyes were now closed with concentration. I sat down on your cock really hard, watched Qairanee's back arch with pleasure as she began to cum. I could not hold-off. I too screamed! We both screamed! You let out an almighty roar as you too climaxed massively! None of us cared who might have heard.... She slowed. I slowed. The room stank of sex and the only sound was of our breathing as we all recovered ourselves. After a few minutes of this, Qairanee looked at me shyly, smiled, then climbed off you, lowered her dress, paused and simply said, "Have a nice day sir and madam." We waited until she had scuttled out of the room, looked at each other, and ended up laughing hysterically. Andre: That was sort of overwhelming. I didn't mind being being your victim; having two hot pussies at once was wonderful. When I came it was spectacular. Qairanee was a little reticent afterwards, but I'm pretty sure she had a good time. In fact, over the next few days, I think she must have cleaned my room about 5 times. I was always out when she did it -- maybe she was hoping to find me there. We took lunch early because it was December 11, the day of the Sultan's birthday celebration. As we sat in the restaurant, I heard myself being paged from the hotel lobby. I went to the front desk and was informed that one of my company's clients had been gracious enough to arrange some tickets for me to visit the skybridge of the Petronas Towers. I had toyed with the idea of getting up at 6:00 AM to stand in line for free tickets, but what with all our frolics, I had let that plan fall by the wayside. However, apparently it is possible to have tickets picked up for you by proxies, and that is precisely what the client had done. After lunch we jumped into a cab and proceeded to the Sultan's birthday party, which was held in a giant, very festive tent. I located my clients and paid my respects, introducing you as a business associate -- you seemed quite credible in that role. We listened to a very impressive performance by a military band, followed by a less impressive, background-music performance by a jazz combo as people awaited the Sultan. Finally we glimpsed him from afar, resplendent in his canary-yellow attire. He seemed very serious on his birthday. After I had fulfilled my professional duties, we caught another cab to the Petronas Towers. Once inside, we boarded a gleaming glass and steel elevator. It was quite a different affair than the one at our hotel, but it seemed to have the same aphrodisiac effect on you. I remember you snuggling up to me and sort of purring with a gleam in your eye that suggested you might put on a show for the mob of Malaysians and tourists that were packed into the elevator car, but evidently you thought better of it, and settled for covertly feeling me up. When we got to the 41st floor, we proceeded the skybridge, with its stunning vistas. You produced a digital camera and asked me to photograph you. You stood with the bright Malaysian skyscrapers below you. To either side of you were the modest Malaysian ladies in their khimars, and there you were in your cobalt blue sundress, holding its hemline and flipping it about your thighs with a grin that warned of imminent naughtiness. I was just a little nervous, but also aroused. Arielle: Yes, I think at the time I was on a sort of natural high after the events of the past two days. I felt bold, I felt liberated, and loved the way you looked at me with lust in your eyes as you photographed me. It didn't seem possible after so much fucking, but I found myself wanting you again. I turned around facing the handrail and glass which was the only thing between myself and the stunning view of the city below. I grinned at you from over my shoulder for another photograph, then turned around fully to admire the view. I stood and stared, realised just how high we were and swayed a little. Oh, God, I hadn't realised I had a problem with heights, but was suddenly unable to move, wanted to tear myself from the dizzying spectacle of cars and people far below like small dots, but couldn't. I found I couldn't speak and just clung to the rail shaking. I shut my eyes tightly to try and compose myself, took a deep breath and opened them once more. It was no good. I needed your help as my legs felt as though they were going to buckle. "Please Andre," I managed to croak. "Help me!" Andre: I remember being confused for a moment. My natural impulse was to embrace you, to offer comfort for whatever was troubling you. When I did that, I quickly saw the problem, because from up close to the window, the view really was quite disconcerting. I looked away, and continued to hold you. "Just close your eyes," I whispered. After a minute or two, I instructed you to look only at the floor, and I led you back into the relative security of the tower we had come up. I explained to the security guard that the view was making you dizzy, and he allowed us to board the elevator back to the ground level. The rest of the crowd was intent on staying the full 15 minutes that visitors are allowed on the skybridge. You were looking quite pale as we entered the elevator. Once the doors closed behind us and I punched the button for the ground floor, I embraced you again, and in seconds my cock was fully erect. I know you felt it, because you smiled at me and looked rejuvenated. Then we shared a very wanton kiss. I felt you grind your belly against my cock, still trapped within my trousers. The elevator ride was over too quickly. As we walked back to our hotel, you broke the news to me that you would be flying out in the morning. In a way I was relieved, because I had pressing responsibilities back in Michigan, but I also didn't want our tryst to end. I remember saying that we ought to make our last evening one to remember, and you smiled significantly back at me. This time, the hotel restaurant was not crowded, possibly because it was still late afternoon and most people were probably not thinking about dinner yet. We had a light meal at a table not far from where we first met, and you ordered wine again -- what kind of wine were we drinking? I want to stock up on it. We polished off the bottle rather quickly, and then you leaned over and whispered to me, "Your place or mine?" I pretended to weigh the matter, and then answered, "Yours." In the elevator once again, we were kissing as soon as the door closed, and your hand found my hard cock through the fabric of my pants. I thrust my hips forward to encourage you. Your fingers found my zipper, and you smiled up at me, asking, "May I?" "By all means," I answered. You unzipped my fly, and I felt you bring my cock out into the open air, as your hand gripped my hardness and brought me to a new level of arousal. Just then I heard the bell of the elevator stopping, and I looked up and realized that we were not at your floor. Arielle: Oh, this now makes me laugh looking back. I had been so intent on freeing your cock from its underwear prison and wrapping my fingers around your very firm shaft, that I was unaware of the elevator stopping until the doors opened and the couple from the bar that had been arguing two evenings ago stepped in. I struggled to wrestle your cock back into your pants, but because it was so erect, I could not put it away easily! I tried to conceal what I had been doing by standing in front of you as camouflage and smiling apologetically at the couple. As I smiled shyly at them, the woman who had looked very un-amused the other evening spoke to her partner. "See, this is what we should be doing to get the sparkle back." I watched, amazed as she reached out and ran her hand over her partner's crotch and pressed the emergency stop button on the elevator! He gave a groan of pleasure in response. I looked at you Andre, do you remember? We weren't sure what to do. I could still feel your very nice erection pressing into me. I glanced round at the woman who was now undoing her partner's trousers, turned back to you, smiled, stepped away to expose your cock, and ran my fingers up and down the length. I looked up at the woman again and was pleased to see that she was watching what I was going whilst stroking her partner who also had a very pleasing stiffy! His eyes were closed in obvious pleasure. I bent to just run my tongue around the tip of your cock, and was pleased to see that the woman was still watching. I felt your body tense and heard you take a big intake of breath, as you were clearly finding the sensation of my tongue and the delight of being watched by another woman extremely exciting. I could not resist sucking the whole length of your cock and stroking your balls at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye, I knew we were still being watched and I too was enjoying sucking and licking you, but also seeing another man being pleasured. I began to feel your balls draw closer to your body, used my tongue more urgently on you, heard the other man in the lift cry out and then felt you tense, heard you too cry out as you came hot and hard into my mouth! There was silence in the lift for a while. Once you had recovered a little, you restored your modesty once more. I stood up, and the other couple were just standing together as if nothing strange or exciting had just happened. The man activated the lift once more; it began to move and then stopped at our floor. As we turned to exit, the woman simply said, "Thank you for the inspiration. I can't wait to get him back to our room now!" "No problem," was my answer as the elevator doors closed to allow them to continue on their journey. I looked at you, smiled, gave you a little kiss, and said, "Let's go and drink some wine darling." Andre: It was quite a tableau. I remember it vividly, because I was initially so shocked and I think I was on an adrenaline high. Judging by the woman's accent, I'm thinking that they were British tourists. The wife was taller than her husband, almost my height, perhaps about 5'11". She was lanky and big-boned, somewhat athletic-looking, but paradoxically wearing a very frilly pink cocktail dress that was designed to highlight her impressive cleavage. Her husband was thin and balding, wearing an expensive Italian suit with his necktie off and stuffed into the side pocket of his jacket. His cock, which protruded now from his fly, was also thin but quite long, and his wife was handling it like she meant business. Holiday in Malaysia While you were sucking me, the mystery woman dexterously used her free hand to lower the top of her pink dress, exposing a spectacular pair of breasts, while smiling at me and running the tip of her tongue around her matching pink-lipsticked lips. Her husband had opened his eyes, and he saw this and looked disapproving, which in retrospect seems hypocritical, considering how he had carried on in the lounge the night before. But his wife was not to be deterred. She gazed at me intensely, looking directly into my eyes, and then turned her gaze to my cock, which you were hungrily sucking. Her mouth hung upon a little bit, and then she looked into my eyes again with an incendiary passion. I realized that this was turning me on -- I had begun to move my hips involuntarily, fucking your mouth. The woman smiled wickedly at me and nodded, mouthing the word "yes!" I groaned in response. I began to cry out in rhythm as my cock went in and out of your mouth. Your hands were on my ass, pulling me closer. The woman began to speak. She was urging me to cum in your mouth. Her breasts had big, dark areolas, and she was pinching her nipples with agitated fingers. With the other hand she caressed her husband's cock. His reservations appeared to be melting away, due to the expert ministrations of his wife; soon his eyes went unfocused and then closed altogether, as did mine, I must confess. At a certain point, I was only aware of your sweet mouth swallowing my cock, making me cum. When we went to your room, I remember you opening another bottle of that wine. What kind of wine was it? I really need to get some. I knew it was our last night together, and I was feeling a little wistful at the thought that we must part. I remember cuddling and chatting as we put away the wine, perhaps a little more rapidly than civilized people like ourselves would normally do. We kissed a little, shyly like teenagers, and I squeezed your breasts gently through your blouse. Then I lay you down on the bed, and lay myself in the opposite direction, pushing up your skirt so I could put my head on your thigh. For the longest time I just nuzzled your panties, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric against my lips and cheek, and thinking about your wonderful cunt that I knew was just on the other side of that fabric. I sighed as I began to smell your arousal, and I felt my cock harden, but I wanted to go slowly and make every sensation last. As your panties began to get wet, and then very wet, I sucked your juices through the fabric and and began to explore the cotton-covered contours of your cunt with my lips and tongue. But of course, by this time you had some ideas of your own. Arielle: The wine, yes I remember. It was a really good New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. I can't remember the exact name, but I have never had wine as good as this since. I remember you nuzzling me, lay back enjoying the sensations and recall thinking to myself what a lucky girl I felt having come across such a charming and sexy man quite by accident. I suddenly felt quite sad at the thought of my departure home the following day. I knew I had to leave quite early. I am a realistic person and knew that the likelihood of ever seeing you again 'in the flesh' was slim. I suddenly wanted you to make love to me, to adore me as if you were a man going off to war, unlikely to return, to make this last time matter. "Andre," I whispered. "It was so unexpected meeting you like this. I have had the most amazing time. Just for this moment, I want you to love me a little, take me slowly and gently. I want you to focus on every sensation, drink me in, take your time, and make the most of me darling." You looked at me, held my gaze, smiled and then kissed me. I sighed as I felt your tongue sliding over my own, tried to focus on the feeling so that I might recall it in the future. After what seemed like an age, you paused, looked at me and said, "Will you close your eyes for me Arielle?" I then paused, thought about this and decided that I had trusted you ever since we first met, so replied, "I will." I lay on my back with my eyes shut, anticipating the feel of your hard cock. Instead, nothing happened for a few moments. I heard the sound of a wine bottle being uncorked, and then let out a gasp as I felt cold wine being drizzled all over my breasts, stomach and then my already moist knickers. I shivered both with delight and due to the sudden shock of the chilled wine on my warm body. Oh, then the feel of your warm mouth and tongue, bit by bit licking my wine-soaked body, spending an age on my nipples, gradually working southwards. My eyes remained closed as I mentally willed you to remove my knickers with your teeth and explore me with your tongue. Instead, you began to suck the mixture of wine and pussy juice from the fabric very softly, very slowly. Just as I thought you were going to do what I wanted, I sighed out of surprise and frustration as more chilled wine was poured over my groin. Oh Andre, I know I said I wanted you go slowly and gently, but I didn't think you really would for one moment. How did you remain so calm? Andre: Well, Arielle -- since you asked -- I had cum so many times in the past few days that I was not feeling so precipitate; I wanted our last night together to be romantic and sweet, and I wanted to memorize every detail of your body. But also, perhaps paradoxically, I found it exciting to make you wait -- I wanted to see if I could make you so hot that you would reveal to me something surprising, some secret desire. I had learned that you were excited by having an audience -- I think we both learned that -- but I wanted to know what else might be lurking in your psyche. So for a while, I just rubbed my face voluptuously against your wine-drenched, panty-clad crotch, enjoying your hot aroma, and tasting your juices, mixed with wine, through the fabric. And then I squatted above your thighs and brushed my very hard cock lightly, teasingly, against you down there, and then I moved up to your breasts and began to brush against them as well. I wetted them a little with wine and straddled your chest, pressing your breasts together against my cock so that I could slide it back and forth a little between them. The tip of my cock was pointed directly at your face, and I loved the way you looked at it. Arielle: I sighed in delight and with longing as you teased me with your mouth and your cock. I was very, very aroused and a new thought occurred to me. "Andre darling, I find myself rather wishing we were performing to the couple that were in the lift. We definitely made them hot. I love the thought of showing them how pleasurable sex can be. I want to you play with me as though you were teaching them just how much fun they could have together. I want you to imagine that the sight of us being so wanton yet passionate makes them desperate to fuck, desperate to try new things." You smiled at me. I paused. And spoke again. "That woman wanted your hard cock. She wanted to be fucked by you at the same time as she was sucking her husband." "He wanted to bury his face in your tight wet little cunt after seeing you cum in the bar in your little dress with no knickers," you replied. "Do you want my hard cock Arielle?" You moved to the side of me and knelt, lowering your hard cock to my lips, just so that I could kiss the end. If there were an audience observing us, there would be a full view of your cock being kissed greedily and my wet crotch yearning for some action. You reached out as I kissed and licked you, just smearing some of my juices, gently touching my little bud. "Think how many men would want to bury their heads in that," you gasped. "I think a great many women would want to be licking your cock and running their tongues over your balls," I replied with a grin. "Perhaps we both could have both used our tongues on you in the lift." I felt you stiffen a little more, and heard you gasp with desire as I returned my attentions to you with my mouth and tongue. The feel of your fingers lazily stroking my slippery little clit made me sigh also. Very slowly, you put two fingers inside me, drew them out covered in oily juices, and put them to my lips. "Taste yourself Arielle," you whispered "Mmmm," was my response. "You should have given the man a glimpse of your pert little tits," you whispered urgently. "I could have let him lick them whilst you licked my pussy," I gasped breathlessly. "He wanted to fuck me....Oh God!" I cried out as I felt your lips in-between my legs once more, teasing my pussy lips. "I wonder what it's like to be interfered with by two men?" I wondered out loud. "I've never had that experience. Oh please don't stop Andre," I cried out. "Do you want two men?" you whispered as you moved up my body once more to kiss me. I shut my eyes with pleasure. "I want you Andre." "You are mine Arielle right now." "And you are mine Andre. Please make love to me. The others can just wish!" "Indeed they can," you replied, now with some urgency to your tone. "Please get on your hands and knees." I obliged, feeling incredibly excited at the thought of being so vulnerable. I sensed you looking at me briefly before inch by inch sliding into me, whispering my name, telling me I was gorgeous, telling me you wanted me, needed me at this moment in time. I recall you telling me at a later time that my pussy butter was beginning to drip as you slowly entered me I shut my eyes and focused on the delicious sensation of you slowly filling me, taking your time. Once you were in, you just stayed there motionless, kissing the back of my neck, taking a handful of my hair and pulling my head back so that my back was arched, my whole body yours to love at this moment in time. You held me in that position, back arched, stroking my hair, but holding onto it tightly enough for me to be unable to move. "How much do you want me Arielle?" you whispered in my ear "Ahh," was my only response as the power of speech left me! You began to move slowly inside me. This was the first time we had taken things slowly. I felt every inch of you caressing me. "Please.......don't..........stop!" I begged "Ask me nicely," you uttered. "I might continue..... "Please, Andre!" Your response was to continue to move slowly, but penetrate me deeply. You gripped my bum, stroked it, and leant again to kiss the back of my neck as my pussy began to grip your cock more urgently, more tightly. "This is wonderful, wonderful!" I cried. "You may never see me again Andre. This has to matter!" "I can't not ever see you again," was your desperate reply. "I need to see you again woman!" "We'll kill each other if we do carry on like this!" I uttered. "Please, please don't stop!" "You are going to cum my darling, I can feel it. I can feel you..." I gripped you hard, felt myself tightening, had never experienced anything so powerful, and wondered if I would actually just expire! "Please Andre," I yelled! "Yes you little minx, yes! You need my big hard cock in you!" "I do. PLEASE!" I screamed. "PLEASE! OH DEAR GOD, FUCK, YES!" "OH YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY GIRL! OH FUCK!" I think is what you roared as we both came harder than before from this gentle sensuous lovemaking! I think I actually screamed as my own climax came from deep within! It was so powerful, my pussy muscles ejected you violently and your cum sprayed my back, my bum and the bed! We both collapsed. Words were not possible or necessary. When I had recovered enough, I simply kissed you and we held each other knowing that this was probably the last time together. Andre: It's funny, but what I was thinking to myself when I sent you that first email is that we really ought to do this again some time. Arielle: Hmm... After reliving my memories, I am thinking that yes, perhaps we need a little holiday? This is a contest submission. If you enjoyed it, please consider giving us the maximum vote. Thanks for reading.