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International Relations Ch. 01

By: Ninjafish



This is chapter one of a short series of stories inspired by a love from 23 years ago now refound.

A drink in the countryside

It was a few days into the trip and most people had settled in with their host families well.

There were a couple of issues with one family that meant the teachers in charge had to focus on that leaving the rest of us a little more freedom than we expected, and not an opportunity we were going to let slip by.

It was Friday night and a group of around ten of us had arranged to go to a local country pub, we were quite used to this having been trying to get into the pubs since we were sixteen (failing), managing to just about get served by seventeen and now at eighteen didn't give it a second thought. It was different for you being American, normally the age limit being 21 and this new found freedom to legally drink was like having the prison guard hand you your cell keys and walking away. Your intentions were not alcohol focused tonight as your mind quietly planned the evening ahead.

The Pub was the Green Man just outside Middleton, not a pub we could walk to but between the ten of us we had enough cars to easily drive the five or six miles to our chosen destination for tonight.

Even though it was midsummer the pub had its open fire burning away in the bar area, adding to an already barmy evening temperature in the bar.

We all got drinks from the bar, yours was a vodka and coke with loads of ice and we settled onto some large leather sofas in the lounge area away from the heat of the fireplace.

The pub was not overly busy with a couple of dozen people in the bar and lounge with maybe double that number outside in the beer garden enjoying the warm nights air.

Conversation was free flowing and revolved around a mixture of the trips we had happening over the next few days and the experiences that were different between ours and the American culture. Every so often a comment causing laughter as the American meaning of a word or phrase not quite translating to its British understanding. As the evening progressed and a few more drinks flowed I notice you were still on your first drink and just topped it up with coke and ice every now and then, while the others seemed to be trying to get enough liquid in them to see them through a drought.

A seat opens up to you and I take the opportunity to slip into the seat and slyly hold your hand and giving it a little squeeze to let you know it was a deliberate move and not just an accidental coming together. You respond by linking your arm around mine and giving me a small hug, you then lean closer to me and ask if I can take you home as you don't feel too well, face deadpan not giving any hint of what was running through your mind.

A quick check with the rest of the group that they are all ok for lifts and we quietly slip away, leaving the pub and heading off down some small country lane and into the darkening night. As we drive slowly along we are chatting and making small talk when you gently place your hand on my thigh and it starts a casual caressing movement up and down extending from my knee to the top of my thigh, it feels wonderful and I begin to think you may not be as unwell as you led me to believe.

Your fingers continue to trace up and down, as I force myself to concentrate on the narrow roads in the dark, my mind seriously struggling with the sensations you are causing and the reactions I am having to your touch.

Your voice mesmerizes me as your tone changes and lowers a little invoking a primal response from my groin encouraged by your wandering hand. Still caressing up and down but now stroking my inner thigh occasionally low at first but encouraged when I wriggle in my seat and part my legs in response to your advances. Your hand strokes higher up my thigh and at the point where you usually slowly drag your fingers back down you stop and dwell. Your hot hand resting high on my thigh, your fingertips dangerously close to the tip of my now straining cock.

A small movement from you and your fingers find me, tracing the shape of me through my jeans, I'm in heaven but in no position or capacity to continue driving safely. I slow the car down and quickly turn off the road onto a small side lane which runs for about ten yards and then curves around so the car is out of sight of the narrow lane. I assume the road is a farm track maybe leading to a house but my mind is so foggy from your administrations that I just don't care.

The second the car stops you are leaning over me kissing me hard on the lips, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I kiss you back, my hand on the back of your neck, not hard but providing pressure so I can prolong the kiss.

After a lengthy kiss, you pull away from our embrace. Clicking the release from your seat belt and turning in one smooth movement to open the car door and stepping out into the night.

I am not far behind you and walk around the car to where you are smiling at me and leaning back against the side of the car. I can't control myself and I have to kiss you again my body pressing against yours, one hand in your hair the other at your waist. Your hands pull me closer to you a hand on the small of my back, the other one squeezing between us and onto the bulge in my jeans. Your delicate fingers closing around me, applying pressure and gentle movements driving me wild with lust for you.

In my state I have to take control before I lose it completely and grasp both of your wrists firmly moving them up and behind your back controlling your hands and preventing you from working me further into a frenzy, now it's my turn. 

With one hand now restraining you the other is free to roam your body. I start by pushing your hair away from your neck and kiss the skin I have just exposed, softly, delicately, like there is no longer any urgency in the world. My kisses travel across your face and I repeat my kissing on the other side of your neck. A sigh escapes your lips and any pretence at resistance fades into pleasure as my lips find your and our tongues dance together.

I move my foot to position it between yours and gentle apply pressure up the length of my leg and my thigh against your crotch, the pressure has the desired effect and you part your legs a little to allow my thigh to press for firmly against the growing heat inside your jeans.

Still kissing deeply I drift my hand from your waist up to the base of your throat palm resting just above and between your breasts, I pause waiting for an objection but sensing none I slowly lower my hand to cup your breast and get my encouragement as you press your chest against my hand urging me on. Still over the materiel of your Cure t-shirt and bra I lift and squeeze, pressing and feeling for your hard nipple confirming you like the attention. Still working your breast and nipple, my other hand slips away from restraining you and connects with your warm silky soft skin of your lower back just above you jeans waistline and moves up to find the clasp of your bra, quickly snapping the hooks apart.

In a flash of control you grasp both sides of your t-shirt and swiftly lift the shirt and bra clear of your body in one fluid movement tossing the clothes half behind you and onto the bonnet of the car.

With the moonlight streaming onto your now half naked body I lean back to admire the sight of your free breasts and the light sheen of perspiration glowing on your chest.

Your eyes are watching me carefully for my reaction and the delight and awe in my eyes is clear for you to see making you smile and relax in my hands.

We kiss again, tasting each other. Teasing each other's mouths with our tongues and lips.

I break the kiss, planting smaller kisses on your neck and shoulder, then back across to the other shoulder before kissing down your chest and locking my lips onto a waiting hard nipple.

Your eyes close at the sensation of my tongue circling your nipple your other breast having identical attention from my fingers. You taste and smell delicious, a mixture of perfume, body spray and your hormones fuelling my passion to explore every inch of your body.

Above me I can hear your sighs of pleasure as I enjoy your breasts, nipples wet from my mouth glistening in the dim light of night.

Your sigh turns to a small groan of displeasure and I move my head away from your chest and step away from your body, yours eyes flick open to see what is happening but you are already being pulled to where I want you.

Now I'm leaning back against the car and I have pulled you in-front of me facing away so your back is pressed against my chest and your head rests against my left shoulder. My arms are around your waist one holding you tight against me the other immediately re-commencing my assault on your breasts, squeezing your nipple hard and rolling it between my thumb and finger.

Your hand comes up to my face to turn my chin so you can kiss me and we hold another long passionate kiss.

My hand around your waist begins tracing circles on your belly going lower and lower towards the top of your jeans.

My fingers release the top button. You continue to kiss me, another button. The last button pops undone and I ease the top of your jeans down a fraction on your hips before my hand grazes down over the front of your lacy knickers.

We both gasp a little and break our kiss, you because of the incredible need for me to touch you, me because of the heat and wetness I find through the thin slip of materiel under my hand. Over the top of your panties I slowly start to work a finger up and down feeling your pussy lips through the materiel, down to dampest part of your knickers, up to the area above your pussy where I can feel the soft public hair. Down - again pressing a little harder, feeling the materiel pressing between your lips, up - applying gentle force just below your hair making your groan into the night air your head now resting on my shoulder, eyes closed, lost in your own needs.

My hand moves the materiel to one side exposing your wet centre to the cooling night air allowing my fingers now to have unrestricted access to your virgin pussy so far untouched by another man.

A finger presses into you dipping between your lips coating me with your juice, but it doesn't penetrate by more than a finger tip, instead moving the slick fluid around and up towards your clit slowly starting to circle it and gently rub it feeling your breathing increasing and growing heavier with each passing moment.

Another delve between your pussy lips to capture more juice provides enough lubrication for direct and prolonged contact with your throbbing clit and I begin to rhythmically apply more pressure and rub you towards your goal.

A sharp squeeze of your nipple reminds you that I have a second hand and elicits a gasp and a moan as my other hand continues its now relentless assault between your legs.

Your hand comes up to your breast where I am still toying with your nipple and you press my hand firmly on to your breast begging me to squeeze harder, your breathing now difficult as waves begin to rise in the pit of your stomach spreading out to your loins, signalling the tip of an orgasm about to rock your body.

Your moans drive me on, I love the sounds you make, involuntary and dripping with a desperate need and want. My fingers on your clit continue, working you harder and driving you beyond the point of no return. Your orgasm hits, fire spreading through your pussy, bucking, moaning, grinding back against me. My fingers still moving trying to coax every last ounce of pleasure from your climax, but softening and slowing as your bucking subsides and your moans turn from uncontrolled pants to a softer sated mewing, as you come down from your high and try to regain touch with the world around you.

My arm is around your waist supporting you from collapsing and your body is slumped firmly back against mine. My other hand now still just cupping your sex and allowing contact without further stimulation, I can feel your cum on my fingers as I hold you, support you in a very intimate embrace.

You twist your head and your eyes open to see me smiling at you. We kiss again and tell me you quite liked that and might want to do it again at some stage then laugh.

You turn your body to face me and we kiss again long and deep but somehow with a greater connection than before.

You get re-dressed and we climb back into the car before heading back towards your hosts house, where we kiss and you suggest you need a shower before lightly rubbing my still hard cock and getting out of the car.

Just before you head inside you lean back in and suggest a shower for me too but recommend a colder one.

International Relations Ch. 02



Part of a short series of stories inspired by a love from 23 years ago refound.


Tuesday morning around 10am the knock on my front door drags me away from revising my Biology homework as I wander from the dining room through to open the door. Normally I would be in school but there was an inset day for the upper sixth so with everyone else either still at school or at work I was on my home at home.

Opening the heavy wooden front door, you stand there smiling at me clutching a small HMV bag in one hand and moving your sunglasses up off your face and into your hair with the other.

"I've just got the new Beautiful South CD and thought you might like to listen to it with me – anyone else in?" You casually ask, eyes intensely focused and watching for a reaction. "Actually no, everyone is out until about six tonight" I reply smiling, as you shyly look down but step into the house.

We quickly cover the basics and get a couple of cold lemonades before we head into the lounge, you taking up a position on the large sofa while I go and put your new CD on.

You have kicked your flat shoes off and you are tentatively sitting on the edge of the sofa, once again in your normal attire of jeans and a t-shirt – this one red with a black motif on the front but I can't work out if it is a design or a band emblem, not that it really matters. You look a little nervous, but that is nothing compared to me, I have butterflies racing around my stomach and I am convinced I'm either stuttering or repeating myself or generally just being a complete dork.

The first thing I can think to say is "you look gorgeous" which in the cold light of day is not only being 100% true but also seems to have the effect of putting you more at ease. This is the first time we have been alone together since the pub on Friday night, and the memories of that encounter are very much at the front of my mind.

I immediately wish I had known you were coming over as looking at you and thinking about what we did under the cool night air has already started a reaction inside my shorts. Because I wasn't expecting anyone I am just wearing a plain t-shirt and a knee length pair of shorts. The thin material doing very little to hid my growing embarrassment as I quickly sit down next to you.

I'm convinced you spotted my erection but you don't say anything or let your face indicate it either way.

The first move is a gentle cuddle together, my arm around your shoulders your hand onto my leg as we turn towards each other and begin a kiss, tentative at first, lingering and soft. A little tongue, followed by small butterfly kisses across each other's faces and necks. Every so often a kiss becomes a bit more heated and our lips mash together hungrily as our tongues probe inside the others mouths or playfully fight between our locked lips.

Our kissing is just that at the moment combined with some hair stroking and general cuddling but I notice you are sliding your hand between my thighs, upwards and you rest you hand firmly over the tent pole in my shorts. You don't do anything other than leave your hand there but you are the first girl to ever touch me and my heart is beating like a drum.

You break the kiss, applying a little pressure onto your hand smoothing my cock sideways in my shorts the outline now clearly visible under the thin material and your touch. "Is that for me?" you ask taking one finger and tracing the shape. Causing me to shudder from pleasure as you run your finger past the sensitive head and back along the length towards its base.

"If you would like it, then yes" is my feeble response. "What can I do with it?" you smile and purr, still continuing to run a finger up and down along the length while admiring the obvious effect you are having on me. "It's yours, do whatever you want" my grin stretching from ear to ear.

We kiss again passionately, your hand not moving from my lap. I get a little braver and caress your breasts through your t-shirt, causing you to squirm slightly under my touch – unsure if it was through pleasure or if was unwelcomed I stop and move my hand.

Pulling out of our kiss you look at me inquisitively before pulling your t-shirt up over your head and leaning back in to kiss me. I take that as enough encouragement to replace my hand on your breast and gently start to feel you as our tongues dance again.

After a little more kissing you break away again glancing quickly at the bulge still in my shorts before reaching behind your back and removing your bra, once again I am in awe as I stare at your beautiful body in front of me mesmerised by your smile and your delicious rounded breasts.

I in turn strip away my t-shirt, both of us naked from the waist up. Your eyes again glancing at my shorts and I quickly whip my shorts and underwear down and off, desperately hoping you don't react negatively to my move.

Time seems to go into slow motion as you drink in the sight of me naked before you, I feel vulnerable and nervous, but at the same time bursting with life and aware of everything around me. Little things like the way your breathing changed very slightly as my shorts came down or the fact your eyes widened a little. I saw all of these but the brain doesn't process these until it receives the right signals, your finger gently running from the tip all the way down to my balls I took as the signal and I instantly relaxed under your fingers.

Your eyes are fixated looking at my cock, you have seen them in pictures before but never in the flesh as it were. Your tentative touch still using just a fingertip as you carefully explore the twitching object.

I am very reluctant to wake you from your hazy state but I too want to play and touch your body. For what seems like hours you toy with my erection, gently moving the skin, circling the head with a fingertip. Each move you make you look at my face for approval, checking to see if hurts or if I don't like it. The occasional gasp from me causes you to stop, but the gasps are all of pleasure and you soon realise that the noises are directly related to your ministrations and the glorious effects.

Your hand still gently massaging my cock, you kiss me softly and I can tell you want something else.

"Can we go upstairs?" you ask almost shyly as though you think you may be offending me. I smile and give you a big kiss, then taking your hand we stand up from the sofa. "Are you sure" I ask, nervous that you might respond with anything other than a yes. "Yes, I want to – if you do that is?" somehow we have become almost shy around each other, while only wearing two pieces of clothing both of which are on you.

A glance down at my hard cock and then looking back into your eyes I nod and slowly lead you upstairs to my room.

My room isn't very big, normal wardrobe and drawers for clothes, a small desk for homework with a backless chair and a single bed and that's about it.

Already naked as we enter the room I sit straight onto the bed as you close the door and move into the middle of the room no more than two feet in front of me. We catch each other checking out one another's bodies, my brain desperately trying to record every detail of your pretty face and naked torso in case I never see anything as beautiful again. 

Standing in front of me eyes fixed now on my face you reach to the top of your jeans and undo the top button, then the next, then the next. Pulling the material apart and popping the last button undone, the v-shape formed in your open jeans revealing a hint of white underwear.

Last button undone you slowly slide your jeans down your legs and step out of them, your breathing noticeably heavier, making your breasts rise and fall which each breath. I have almost stopped breathing watching you so intently. You step forwards to the edge of the bed and take my hands bringing them up to your hips and the band of your panties, then leaving them there slowly remove your hands so the final step of undressing you is literally in my hands.

I hook my fingers into your waist band and inch the white panties off your hips, a tuft of dark public hair appears, soft and wild, curly but not unkempt. As more becomes visible as I lower your panties the hair abruptly stops and gives way to your beautiful virgin flesh. An area of skin so soft and delicate as yet undiscovered, the soft folds meeting and hiding a glorious treasure within. A sweet fragrance invading my senses, a telltale sign of moisture just visible as the panties descend past your thighs and pool at your feet on the floor.

I scoot back on the bed still holding your hand and gently guide you to lie down next to me, our naked bodies coming into contact properly for the first time. Our arms around each other pulling one another close, fearing the other might escape if we let go.

I can feel your breasts pressed against my chest, our hips, legs and faces all touching and my senses tingle trying to take all of the different contacts into account, as we kiss and hold each other slowly getting comfortable with each other's touch.

My arm around you hold you close playing up and down your smooth soft back, a finger tracing from your neck down your spine to the cleft of your butt and back up again. Your arm around me, hand in my hair also slowly sliding down my back, grabbing a handful of butt cheek and pulling me closer to you before sliding it onto my thigh. From my thigh you slip your hand between us and locate my cock nestled between our bellies and gently stroke me again.

My hand comes across your shoulders pushing you gently away and rolling you onto your back allowing me easy access to your breasts which I begin touching and stroking, but currently not near your nipples.

I lift and squeeze each breast in turn, your warm flesh soft and inviting, my palm now covering your breast and nipple, my thumb carefully flicking over your stiff nub.

We tease each other for a few minutes, my cock getting a slow massage, while your breasts come under increasing attention from my fingers, slowly concentrating more and more on toying with your nipples while we continue to kiss each other passionately.

We break our kiss and you ask if we can try something. You tell me a friend told you about a position that you would like to try out. There is no hesitation from me I have already succumb to wanting to do everything I can with you, so I listen while you briefly explain what you want.

Rolling on to my back, I shuffle down a little as you adjust position on the bed too.

Your calves now under my shoulders and knees beside my ribcage you lean forward and lower your body onto me. I feel your breath against my erect cock and your hand slowly grasps me, again gently moving my skin up and down, I feel a warmth on my tip and the sensation causes a huge twitch and a small groan of appreciation to escape my lips.

You lick me again and I twitch again, amusing you that you can cause such a reaction from my body. As your confidence grows and your want of me rises I feel your lips close around me and the combination of warmth and wetness from your mouth makes me moan again.

I have a glorious view, six inches above me your pussy waits my eager touch, your lips swollen from anticipation and slightly parted from your spread legs currently accommodating my head. I run a finger along your parted slit and more feel than hear your moan around the cock in your mouth. Bending my head forward I poke my tongue out and gently follow the path of my finger, using my tongue flat and wide I run the length of your pussy licking both lips at once. I repeat this a couple of times slowly before my tongue narrows and licks again penetrating slightly inside you. I hear a moan this time as my tongue probes a little deeper.

You taste amazing, sweet and musky as I push my tongue deeper into your pussy. I lap at the plentiful juices coming from your pussy, I have no idea if your wetness is normal or if it because of your heightened sexual state of arousal.

My finger returns to your pussy, my tongue unable to penetrate as deep as I want, the finger slowly invades your hole disappearing as I image your fingers have done many times before deep inside you. My mouth continues licking and lapping away moving more towards your public region but still my tongue narrow and probing.

A sudden jolt from your hips and a deep moan makes me think I have done something wrong, but the moan is followed by an encouraging pant and "oooh yes there please" so I repeat my licking. I guess I must be flicking your clit as your hips lower and you increase the contact of your pussy onto my mouth.

Your tongue and mouth are still working wonders on me, I can feel your mouth engulfing me and a slow bobbing sensation as your head works up and down my shaft.

Your fingers circled around the base of my cock steadily moving up and down, almost in opposition to your mouth. You're other hands on my inner thigh for support as you are bent forward over me still.

My finger inside you slowly pushing in and retracting as my tongue flicks away at your clit now being ground into my mouth by the weight of your hips.

Your voice becomes more coherent and I can now clearly hear you moaning with my licking, your hand still on my cock but your head now to the side as between my finger and my tongue working your pussy your focus is purely given over to the orgasm about to flood your loins.

It starts small at first, just a ripple but as the orgasm spreads and my tongue hits its spot the feelings intensify and you push your pussy hard onto my face. My tongue and fingers now working frantically licking hard, probing deep as your hand clenches tightly around my cock and your screams leave me in no doubt whatsoever you have just cum hard for me.

I relent my licking but leave my finger inside you slowly twisting it and gently moving it about, still marvelling at the tightness against my finger.

It is a few minutes before you move, but you raise to your knees as I remove my finger and mouth from your now very wet pussy.

We reposition on the bed and cuddle up, you kissing my face and lips tasting yourself, almost kissing me clean then resting back into my arms as we lie still for a few more minutes.

We continue to gently stroke and caress each other, me concentrating on your back and bum, while you run your finger over my chest and stroke my still hard cock while you try to get your breath and composure under control.

With another kiss, you tell me another of your friends told you about a different position too. Smiling I say I like your friends and we really should listen to advice.

Laughing you roll off the bed and get me to stand up. Then you get me to sit on the chair.

You stand looking at me, hesitant. I know this is both our first time and I can sense the nerves even after everything we have already done. My heart sinks as I hear myself saying "we don't have to, if you want to wait"

You don't pause to answer but move towards me and position yourself just above my throbbing cock, one leg either side of the chair, inner thighs against my outer thighs as you lower yourself onto me using one hand to guide me towards your hot wet pussy.

Contact is made and you lean forward to kiss me lightly then descend, my cock being guided into you by your hand as you sink lower and I disappear inside you, the feeling is amazing. You are so tight, I can feel every inch of you as you take me completely and your pussy presses against my pubic bone. 

You control the rhythm and pace, getting used to the feeling inside you, slowly building the tempo, grinding your pussy and clit against me to increase the feeling. My hands almost limply on your upper thighs and ass more for contact than any kind of guidance or control. I was in your hands and you were in control.

We kiss, both of us breathing heavily, your breasts jiggling as you increase the pace a little and I feel the grip you have on my shoulders for support tighten.

I can feel myself getting close and desperately want to cum with you, your pounding on my cock moving me rapidly to an inevitable climax, you lean forward and whisper in my ear "I love you Kev, cum with me please"

That was too much to take and I feel my control vanish, almost shouting "I love you too Jolie" with one hand on the chair I start thrusting hard upwards into you as our joint climax's crash together and we both cum jointly losing our virginity and forging a memory neither of us would forget for a very long time.



International Relations Ch. 03



This is part of a series of short stories inspired by a love lost for 23 years and now refound.



It was about 3 days since we had our encounter in my house and things were really good between us, we hadn't managed to repeat our activities but we had spent more time glued to each other's faces than most of our friends could stand.

Tonight I was hoping for more.

There was a school function tonight, some kind of prize presentation in a hotel in town, and we were all told to be dressed smartly, which mean the boys had to be in shirt and tie – suits were expected where possible, and the girls all had to be in dresses.

You hadn't expected to need an evening dress on your trip, you didn't even like wearing dresses so had only brought the ones you were forced to in order not to corrupt the innocent British folk with your usual slightly more gothic/rock fashion sense.

I saw you after morning registration in the 6th form common room as I always tried to do, mainly so I could see you and hopefully to get close and taste your kisses before my first morning lesson. Unusually you look unhappy, I am so used to seeing you bouncing with life and smiling that I immediately come over and sit down with you. Over a coffee and the next ten minutes you explain the problem and that your teacher supervising the exchange Mrs Freeleng told you that if you didn't dress appropriately that you were not going to be allowed to go to the ceremony. Understandably you were upset.

None of the other girls could help as they had dresses but didn't have a spare one that would fit you.

The first lesson bell went off and we quickly kissed, taking advantage of having you close I put my arms around you waist and pulled you hard against me then watched your eyes widen as you realise you can feel the hard lump in my trousers pressing against your lower stomach. Your face lights up with a smile and you kiss me back before breaking off and licking your lips very slowly not helping my trouser problem one little bit. With a last glance at my trousers you turn around and head off to your class.

Lunchtime comes and is half way over before I come and find you sitting outside on the grass watching a scrabble of with a couple of kids pushing and fighting to get served at the ice cream van. Again you don't look happy, I'm not sure if this is because I have been missing for most of the morning or if the evening function is still on your mind, either way I plan to make up for it and suggest we go for a walk. I get a small smile from you as you get up and we walk away from the crowd and I suggest you might not be back in time for your next lesson.

Now I get a big smile from you and you want to know where we are going and slip your arm around mine giving me a warm hug.

Five minutes later we are in town, much to your surprise and mild displeasure but I tell you i'm not going to the function without you so that means you have to have a dress! For the next twenty minutes we go from shop to shop looking for something you like before we find a party section on the top floor of one of the department stores.

I watch you as you pull different dresses holding them against you, turning this way and that, smiling, frowning at your choices. Every dress makes me imagine the fit, will it be tight, figure hugging, will there be any skin on show, what is the length, where is the zip....

I get caught in a daydream of you modelling a black dress with a low cut front and you cupping your breasts pushing them up and together to enhance your cleavage, nipples pressing hard against the fabric visible and tantalising....then I realise you are standing in front of me smiling with three dresses in your hand. Blushing I look away and you smile, you know me enough to know what I was thinking and tell me you are going to try these on.

The floor is very quiet and there is only one member of staff, but she seems happy to let you go off and try them on but tells you if they are no good just leave them on the rack and she would put them away later as she had to go and deal with another customer.

You take the three dresses into the changing room towards the corner of the floor, away from the tills and the other customers, you make sure I am with you by taking my hand and gently leading me as the visions from my day dream slowly drift away.

The dressing room is about 4 feet square with a full length mirror a couple of coat hooks and a small bench covered in a red velvet materiel soft and warm. The floor has a new looking plush carpet which matches the heavy and thick privacy curtain across the front of the dressing room.

Taking your dresses inside you tell me to wait while you see if they fit, and you disappear behind the thick velvet drape of the cubicle.

With nothing seemingly to do I sit down in a small armchair just outside the room, not realising that the clothes racks around me now completely hide me from the view of everybody in the store that isn't in the dressing room.

Inside you have hung the three dresses up and kicked your shoes off, the first of the three dresses is a blue pattern dress, calf length but floaty, coming in tight at the waist with a wide billowing to a wide hem. The body of the dress from the waist up being tight with wide shoulder straps and a large gap exposing the wearers back.

You slip you t-shirt up over your head and hang it on the hook on the wall, looking again at the dress you know the lines won't be right still wearing your jeans so you unbutton and slide them down your smooth legs stepping out of them and tossing the jeans onto the seat. Picking up the dress you catch sight of yourself in the mirror and run a hand over your flat stomach from the band of you polka dot panties up to your breast and back again, somehow showing enough self restraint to stop your fingers going higher or lower and touching yourself.

"What's it look like" you hear me ask from about five feet the other side of the curtain which snaps you back to reality and you quickly wriggle into the dress. 30 seconds later you peek out of the curtains to see nobody around apart from me sitting back in my chair almost lost in the upholstery. You step out still shoeless (they didn't go with the dress) and you ask want I think, your face carefully guarded not to reveal your thoughts on it just yet. You look good, but something isn't right. The dress is pretty and elegant but it doesn't do you justice or show off your body the way I would like it too. You smile and tell me you hate it but the open back would have meant no bra and tell me I missed out on that laughing and disappearing back into your sanctuary.

The dress is quickly removed and hung back up, dress number two. This one is red, shorter and a little looser in general. The neckline is pointed with the v dipping down dangerously deep into cleavage territory, it has half sleeves made from a sheer fabric and the length drops to just above the knees. This one has a zipped back and you quickly put this on but decide to leave it unzipped to tease me.

A quick look out of the curtain again and then a whisper from you asking for help, "can you zip me up" you ask and almost before you have finished the sentence I am standing by the curtain. You half expected this and have already turned around so I can see your back with the two sides of the dress delicately framing your sexy warm skin, my hands reach the zipper but I plant a few little kisses on your neck as the zip comes up slowly. I'm about half way up when I realise you have no bra strap and I suddenly feel blood rushing to my hardening cock. I finish the zip and you turn around doing a little spin to show the dress off.

You look happier with this one it's a little less formal but much more sexy than the blue dress, plus you seem proud of the way my eyes are drawn to your breasts and shapely mounds beneath the dress material. I take what opportunity I can get and lean forward to kiss you at the same time as putting a hand onto your breast and giving you a little squeeze, you kiss me back and then push me away telling me to behave. The curtain swishes closed again with me still in my opinion on the wrong side of it.

Inside you again strip out of the dress and hang it up, the mirror this time showing your reflection as flushed and almost naked except for your panties, you don't immediately reach for the next dress as you know your nipples are hardening and long to have some attention. You stand there in front of the mirror looking at yourself, one hand now covering your breast touching your nipple, pulling it gently, squeezing it. The other hand torn between reaching for the dress or going to your panties.

The pleasure coming from you touching your nipple wins the argument and your fingers slip inside your panties directly onto your wet pussy, you press you lips firmly together trying not to let any sound escape from your lips as you move a finger between your pussy lips and press into yourself.

One finger pushes deep inside wetness covering your finger up to the knuckle, a second finger joins it and you curl them inside your pussy to stroke your inner walls. Lost in your own thoughts you push your panties down and slip them off your legs. You sit down on the bench leaning back against the wall so you can bring your knees up and tuck your ankles firm against your ass cheeks before spreading your knees and once again run your fingers over your sopping pussy.

Fingers again start to delve and penetrate your tight hole and your breathing quickens to match your thrusting fingers. The pleasure is engulfing, you have masturbated lots but the feeling of doing this in a public place with someone so close outside is really turning you on – your eyes fly open with the sudden realisation of what you are doing with someone so close outside, but too late. I am already in front of you, staring, smiling.

You freeze flushed with a mixture of embarrassment at being could and lust from being so vulnerable, knees still wide apart clearing displaying your aching pussy, juices dripping down towards your ass and your breasts heaving with stiff buds poking upwards.

You watch me as I step forward and drop to my knees my hands moving to curl around your raised thighs and my mouth contacting with your hand still buried in your pussy. Kissing your hand, licking the juices as you slowly remove your hand and allow my mouth to contact your lips. There is no finesse here there is no build up, my tongue is frantically licking you up and down pushing between your lips, delving into your hole, eating you for all I am worth.

Now you lose yourself, my tongue flicking relentlessly against your clit, sucking it, teeth scrapping it lightly. Had you not been so close to orgasm you would have objected to such rough treatment but the pain and pleasure entwine and drive you crashing towards an orgasm, your knees slam together holding my head in place but my tongue doesn't stop, working hard on your clit, you stifle a scream orgasms rippling through you cum flooding from your pussy, being lapped up and drunk but also coating your ass as it drips between your butt cheeks.

Still I lick, your taste is exotic.

You begin to relax your knees and I press my face harder into your pussy. My left hand moving up your leg to behind your knee, pushing it back raising your ass a little. My right hand sliding to your pussy, inserting one finger easily, slick from your cum still running out of you. 

Lubricated with your juice my finger goes down following the trail of cum between your ass cheeks and lightly grazes your asshole, resting there while my tongue continues to circle and flick over your clit. With a little pressure the tip of my finger enters your virgin ass and stops. Sensations you never experienced before flooding over you. More pressure and my finger slowly invades you, you want to protest and say no, but there is no breath or willpower, another orgasm already signalling imminent arrival.

My finger gently probes your ass, my tongue never leaving your clit working you into a frenzy as your body bucks and succumbs to another orgasm rips through you, knees shaking, body jerking and experiencing a complete loss of control at my touch.

Sensing you are exhausted and unable to take anymore I withdraw my finger and release your knee from its held back position, leaning back from between your spread legs at your slumped body breathing heavily against the wall.

I put your knees together and lean over your body to kiss you deeply on the mouth, slipping an arm around your back to hold you close to me for out kiss. Murmurs of delight escape from your lips as we kiss and you begin to gain some sense of self composure again. We kiss again and I move a hand to stroke one of your breasts when a noise outside jolts us both back to reality.

Five minutes later we are fleeing from the store giggling and laughing having been almost caught by the shop assistant.

As we get back to school, you suddenly realise that we never bought a dress and that you wouldn't be able to go to the function, when I present you with the third dress that you didn't get around to trying on, the little black one that I liked with the low cut front. You smile and promise to make sure I get my daydream a reality later x



International Relations Ch. 04



The annual school awards presentation this year was being held in a function room of a nice hotel in Birmingham, traditionally while the whole school attended the awards, as the function was always towards the end of the school year the sixth form usually organised a social to immediately follow the awards. Previous years this had been at local Rugby clubs or anywhere we could hire cheaply, but this year because the school had already paid for the function room we took advantage and decided to stay on at the hotel once the teachers and younger kids all went home.

It did mean though that the party was some way away from our home town so we were left with a choice of either leaving the party early and catching the last train back, staying later and paying a huge amount for taxi's or the other option was to book into the hotel and get rooms so we could party until the early hours.

With there being around 75 people in the sixth form and another 10 special guests in the form of our American exchange students, I took it upon myself to organise the accommodation and transport, while a few others arranged the party.

In the end there were about 35 people who wanted to stay at the hotel and I also managed to arrange a deal with a coach company to take the other 50 or so back for a good price and do a multi-point drop off so there was less hassle at the Sutton end.

The Awards function started at 7'o clock in the Britannia Suite of the former Birmingham Hilton Hotel, the function room set up with a large raised stage area which would double up as dance floor later in the evening. Several hundred chairs arranged in rows stretching away from the stage into a second room capable of closed off from the main function room by a set of sound proofed sliding doors.

The Hotel itself was quite grand, built in the late 1920's it had high ceilings with ornately carved marble pillars running from floor to ceiling where they blended into an intricately carved pattern on the wooden roof which swirled across from the edges of the room towards four huge chandeliers that hung down casting a warm bathing glow from approximately six hundred light bulbs reflecting from thousands of crystals high above the floor.

The white marble pillars stood out in sharp contrast to the deep luxurious red of the walls and deep thick plush carpet to match.

Around the walls were a series of little booths with tables, high backed and curved for privacy so the occupants could eat or drink in almost mini private rooms only accessible from small outward facing entry points. These booths varied in size from being an intimate two seat and table booth to a grander party booth with room for eight to ten with a low drinks table.

For the awards none of these were used and the six hundred hard plastic moulded chairs were going to be our burden for as long as the awards dragged on.

The only comfort in this sea of plastic was to be found in the first two rows which were intended for the senior teaching staff, some invited guest speakers and the award winners. Needless to say I was consigned to the cheap seats and the further from the front the better.

As instructed all attendees had to be "appropriately dressed" which meant both suit and tie for the gents or dresses for the young Ladies at the function.

I managed to avoid the white suit I had worn on many a previous occasion instead opting for a more unobtrusive approach and chose a dark navy suit with white short sleeve shirt and a bright electric blue tie. 

As I was running a little late getting to the hotel, I quickly checked in at reception and asked if my overnight bag could be delivered to my room. The receptionist checked her list and promptly called for one of the luggage assistants to take my bag to the Orange room and handed me a small key fob. None the wiser to my accommodation for the evening I trundled off to the Britannia suite just as the crowds took their seats and the school headmaster stood up to introduce the first guest speaker.

As I scan the seated crowd looking for you and hoping to find you with a spare seat, I sense someone behind me and the smell of perfume drifts over me. Somehow I know it's you and remain facing forwards, no longer interested in scanning the crowd but anticipating a touch or a kiss.

I'm not disappointed, your hand contacts the back of my thigh and a fingertip is drawn upwards scratching your nail up underneath my jacket and you give my ass a quick playful squeeze.

Smiling I turn to look at you as you step back to ensure I get a clear unrestricted view of you. My face completely fails to hide the joy form the vision in front of me. You are wearing the little black dress I bought you earlier in the day and it fits you perfectly. I can't help but stare as I drag me eyes from your toes upwards. A simple pair of black shoes with a thin 2" heel raising your height a fraction and creating a definition of your calves which are beautifully covered by a pair of sheer stockings with a pattern line running vertically up your leg. The stockings disappearing beneath the tight hem of your black dress that stretched to an inch above your knees, a side split on your right hand side allowing movement and hinting at confirmation of stockings and not tights being worn. The dress smoothly clinging to your thighs and rising up over your hips, leaving little room or requirement for imagination as to the toned shape of your body beneath.

The materiel of the dress blended now with a satin smooth finish up past your ribcage and covering your breasts. 

The front of the dress is low cut with a square finish with two think black straps going up over your shoulders, crossing behind your back and linking back to the almost backless dress just above the small of your back. The body and bust of the dress fitted exquisitely and the built in support of the dress design pushing your breast together up a little creating a fantastic cleavage.

I was in heaven just looking at you as you gave a slow twirl to make sure I could see you from every angle.

When you finished your spin you stepped forward taking my unresisting hand and confidently led me towards the seats where one of our friends had thoughtfully saved us both a seat.

The next hour and a half was agony!

While I was sitting almost right at the back of the hall and on the end of the row with you next to me I couldn't shift the raging hard on contained within my trousers. Every time I managed to get a little relief or comfort from it's subsidence you would draw my attention back to either you stunning legs and the stocking top visible as you deliberately crossed your legs or your breast as adjusted yourself while making sure I didn't miss a single movement. Even when I tried to ignore your visual stimulation, your proximity meant a wandering hand placed at the side of my thigh or over the back of my hand started the blood rushing uncontrollably once again.

Entirely aware of the effect you were having on me you continue to keep me in my excited state not letting on that you too were worked up and longing to be able to do something about it.

The awards eventually drew to a close, although I couldn't recall a single recipient or even a reason for the awards my mind so addled at this stage and desperate to move about and let the blood flow back to a different area.

One final speech from the head master, something about responsibility and personal values and then the cacophony of voices that had been suppressed for almost two hours mingled with movement filled the hall. The final word from the head for the sixth form to remain seated for one minute while the rest of the school headed out of the hall and on to the awaiting coaches to return them back to the home town.

The Head, aware of our extended party singled out a couple of individuals and went about warning them about this still being linked to the school so not to do anything to damage the schools good reputation. What really surprised us was he then announced as the hall was still booked under his name for the next half an hour the bar tab would be picked up by him. He then walked away had a brief discussion with the bar manager and quietly departed the hall to head back with the rest of the students.

While the hotel staff went to work on transforming the Britannia Suite back into a nightclub type environment, we took advantage of the open bar and the party started to kick off.

The next hour was mainly spent drinking and making the most of the free bar but when the tab closed the crowd that were staying at the hotel took advantage of the lull to go and check out their rooms and freshen up for the party.

Your host family had insisted you shared a room with Alex so you both went off to room 327 to see where you were supposed to be staying.

I was in the Orange room, which didn't give me much of a clue as to where to go. After a brief discussion with the concierge I was told that the rooms at the end of the floors were all colour coded rainbow style from Red on the top floor down to Violet on the first floor. That meant I was on the sixth floor so headed over to the lifts and still with a pint of beer in hand pressed the button to take me up.

Out of the lift a small sign mounted on the wall in front indicated the Orange room and the Osprey suite were to the left with rooms 601 thru 644 to the right.

Walking left I went past a couple of maid and service rooms before turning a corner and being faced with two large imposing single oak doors.

The Orange room was on the right.

My key fitted into a lock at the side of the door and there was a soft click followed by the door gently swinging inwards. Once inside the door I realised it wasn't a standard single room but a little more plush and way out of my anticipated price range. From the doorway there was a short wide entrance room which incorporated a large walk-in-wardrobe and an elegant bar area with a curved wooden counter, onto of which were a number of branded spirits and a selection of drinking glasses. Under the counter was a small glass fronted fridge containing mixers and bottled beers and lagers.

Moving past the entrance hall the room opened out into a luxurious bedroom, the centrepiece being a four poster bed with sheer curtains on three sides tied back to enable entry to the very plush looking king sized bed.

The rest of the room was just as opulent, two large leather sofas and a low coffee table, thick soft carpet underfoot, large heavy drapes framing a floor to ceiling glass double door – which on inspection opened out onto a private balcony with great views over the City centre and the lights of the busy town nightlife. The balcony had a couple of comfy chairs and a glass wall about four feet high enclosing the area and providing considerable relief from the wind whistling around.

Back in the main room there were two more doors leading off the bedroom, the first being a spacious bathroom with double sinks, walk-in shower with the biggest shower head I had ever seen and a toilet.

The second door intrigued me as I couldn't think what may be missing from this fantastic hotel room, as the door opened I smiled and desperately started trying to work out how I could best put to use the sauna and hot tub before me. The only other feature in the room being another large glass door presumably leading back onto the balcony I had seen earlier.

With the hot tub and sauna turned on I headed back towards the door to return to the party. I hadn't noticed before but on the bar top was an envelope marked with my name.

Quickly I opened it up and found a short note from the management directly to me. In essence the letter explained I had been given a complimentary upgrade as a result of the number of rooms booked for the party. The room bar was complimentary and should there be any other requests to contact the concierge who would accommodate my needs.

Happy days, I was going to make the most of this. 

Back in the foyer I had a quick word with the concierge and returned to the Britannia suite which was now dimly lit, with tables and chairs replacing the previous seated area and the dance floor being bathed in multi-colour swirling lights and the occasional blast of dry ice to cloud the floor.

Music was already thumping out and although the room contained only maybe sixty people it had a great atmosphere and people were getting into the swing of the party.

I made a conscious decision not to drink too much and over the next few hours had only a couple of pints. We did a lot of dancing together and in groups and around 10pm when I was having a break from dancing you told me of your plan to distract Alex so we could have a little time together, still unaware of my intentions to make your idea of a little time into all night if I had the chance.

Alex liked one of the other students and in an attempt to impress him had been drinking heavily and dancing near but not with him, between us we hatched a plan to get them together and while you went off to talk to Dave – the object of Alex's affection I offered Alex another drink and also had a little chat. It's amazing what telling a girl already half smitten that the boy she likes is just shy to say the same thing to her will do when there is the inhibition limiter of a few Bacardi and cokes thrown into the mix. You had had a similar discussion with Dave and the result was within five minutes the two of them quietly slipped into one of the little side booths leaving you without a slightly cautious chaperone hanging around.

As the next half hour ticked by we went back to dancing a little and enjoying the party, until I noticed that one of the booths seemed to be empty and dragged you in for a quick kiss. Out of sight of the noisy party we were all over each other lips smashing together like we hadn't seen each other in weeks, tongues forcing into each other's mouths, the taste of vodka and coke still on your lips. Unfortunately many others at the party were also starting to get the same idea and every thirty seconds we were getting interrupted by an annoying ooops this one's occupied, normally followed by "don't do anything I wouldn't do" or "put him down you don't know where he's been" or some other comment which seemed to be equally funny to the speaker.

After about the sixth interruption, we realise we aren't going to get any privacy and I suggest we go for a walk.



International Relations Ch. 05



The party was starting to quieten down, so I suggest we go somewhere a little more private.

Smiling you suggest your hosts parents wouldn't like that but take my hand anyway as I lead you quietly out of the function room and into the waiting elevator.

Once again with mock innocence in your voice you ask "Where I am taking you?" - Your smile and the eagerness to stay close to me completely contradicting your mock concern.

Playing your game I inform you I just need something from my room and then we can get some fresh air maybe, as we step into the elevator and the doors slide shut behind us.

I press the button for the sixth floor reaching across you to do so and once pressed turn my movement into a clinch and then into another passionate kiss, alone in the elevator we kiss but now it isn't enough and for the first time this evening our hands begin to roam and explore each other gently.

You slip your hand inside my jacket onto my chest and run your fingers around towards my back then slid your hand downwards and eventually grasp a firm handful of butt at the same time pulling me closer to you so your breast press against my chest.

Equally I have one hand in your hair, running my fingers softly through it the other arm around your waist giving me enough purchase to push my hips into your so I can feel you pressing against my swelling cock.

My hand on your waist drifted down a little onto your ass, squeezing it gently almost mirroring the action your hand was doing to me.

The slight jolt from the elevator stopping and the ping as the doors slide open bringing us temporarily back to reality.

Taking your hand I lead you out and left not exactly pulling you but not moving slowly either, as we turn again and we are faced with the two large oak doors your face begins to look a little surprised as this obviously wasn't the same standard little room that you and Alex had checked out earlier.

The key inserted and the door dutifully swung inwards, immediately followed by two bodies already beginning to press together again.

With the door closed and safely inside the world was no longer important and nothing short of a fire or an explosion was going to ruin this night.

Apparently you had similar ideas as you roughly grab my jacket and pull me into you leaning forward to kiss me hard. My hands flying to your head returning your kiss, then breaking away to kiss your neck and shoulders on both sides before returning to your lips.

You push my jacket back and down off my arms and body, forcing it to fall in a heap just behind me before beginning to tug at my tie to take that out of the equation.

You have a sense of urgency about you and the tie disappears quickly. Your hands moving lower, bypassing my shirt and going straight to my belt which in turn gives in to your touch swiftly followed by my trouser button and zip.

You are on a mission and don't stop there, your hands now pushing my trousers and underwear as one downwards on my thighs releasing my hard cock that had been straining to escape for its confines.

I am hard and my cock springs up almost vertically against my belly as one hand finds it and you wrap your fingers around my length, slowly stroking up and down.

My idea of a slow romantic seduction seemingly now cast aside by your actions I run my hands down your body on to your stocking clad legs. This doesn't seem to be the time for finesse and grasping the bottom of your dress at either side I tug it upwards over your thighs and up towards your waist, dress out of the way my hand slips between your legs and a finger curls inside the black thong and roughly jerk it down as far as I can reach. Both of my hands now behind you on your upper thighs I lift you slightly and step you backwards resting your ass on the minibar counter, then dropping down to fully remove your thong.

My hands on the inside of your thighs urging them apart but not meeting any resistance from you as you raise your knees and still firmly holding my cock pull me towards you.

Inches apart standing between your spread legs you position my throbbing head at your wet pussy and teasing yourself rub my cock up and down your lips coating my tip in your moisture, not being able to resist any longer I push forward and with one thrust I am buried deep inside you.

My cock feels so hot inside you and the pressure from your tight little pussy is amazing. We build up a gentle rhythm at first with long deep thrusts grinding my pelvis firmly against your with each slow thrust. Your legs now hooked behind me, knees raised high and your ankles crossed and pulling me into you with each thrust, our lips still locked in a lingering kiss.

Slowly the tempo builds, my hands gripping around your arse to give me purchase allowing me to fuck you harder with each thrust, smoothly sliding my glistening shaft harder and deeper into you.

With the increased tempo, our body temperatures rise and the smell of our love making begins to fill my senses, our noise level begins to rise too, you start with small intakes of breath coinciding with each hard thrust followed periodically with a moan as you let all of your breath back out, trying to keep a constant pace and pressure I can feel the telltale signs of my release build up inside me, your moans become more regular as we grind together and your clit gets banged with each forceful thrust, your arms around my neck holding on tight as we both begin to work towards a shattering explosion, your moaning and murmurs of yes driving me on as I pump in and out of your little pussy as hard and as fast I can manage now. Slamming hard against you driving deep between your legs still locked firmly around me.

Your screams signal your orgasm and you bit your lip and throw your head back still holding on for all you are worth your pussy contracting around my throbbing cock still penetrating you, being covered in all your glorious juice until I can hold back no longer. Still inside you, pumping hard as you writhe and buck to prolong your own orgasm I feel my own cum well up and release. Uncontrollable floods spurting jet after jet of hot sticky fluid deep inside you mixing with your own cum and creating a cocktail of love juice covering both of us in the area of our intimate connection.

Panting heavily and still tightly locked together we slowly recover our breath and you delicately plant a few kisses lovingly on the side of my neck as neither of us seems inclined to release our embrace. I kiss you full on the lips but softly, urgency now gone completely and my grin makes you smile.

Slowly you unclasp your legs from behind me and lower your knees, still perched on the minibar counter and still intimately locked together. You hands move from around my neck and travel towards my shirt buttons, unbuttoning from the top downwards, to the point that you can then remove my shirt now covered in my sweat.

Running a hand over my damp chest you put on a disapproving look and suggest as I am all sweaty that I should go and take a shower. One last kiss from your lips and I take a slow step backwards withdrawing my softening but by no means limp cock from you, pulling you with me and onto your feet I suggest that maybe you could help wash my back, and taking you by the hand I lead you into the main room of my suite.

Having only made it as far as three steps inside the door so far the spacious and elegance of the Orange room make you go wide eyed, first spotting the huge four poster bed, then the balcony then back to the bed which you realise is covered in rose petals, red, orange and pink – a little touch from the concierge to make you feel special. The trail of petals leads from the foot of the bed in a thin line towards a slightly ajar door at the side of the bedroom. Dress still half on and bunched around your waist you follow the petals as I stand and watch captivated by the sight of your black stockings and bare bum slowly walking away from me to the door.

You step through the door, and out of my sight only to return a few seconds later, one hand held in front of you, a finger casually making a come-hither gesture. Who am I to refuse a Lady, especially one half dressed and as sexy as you.

As I approach the gesture changes to a stop sign and indices for me to get down on my knees. Two feet in front of you I find myself on my knees eye level with your exposed sex but my eyes are fixed on yours waiting for the next move.

You begin to smooth your dress back down into its normal position and the look of disappointment on my face makes you laugh. You pause for a few seconds for effect before you reach to your left side of the dress and lower the previously unnoticed zip downwards. The straps are dropped off your shoulders and with a little wriggle you lower the dress over your hips and it drops onto the floor around your feet.

You stand in-front of me naked except for your stockings, pussy still visibly wet, nipples pert against your soft rounded breasts still high above my head as yet un-touched tonight as you lift your stocking clad foot and plant it firmly against my bare chest.

I run my hands up your offered leg, gliding along the smooth material from your ankle up over your calf, past your knee towards the high top and onto your milky skin contrasting sharply against the black stockings. My hand on your inside thigh continues to climb higher to a greater glory and receives a playful slap from you halting its progress. Both hands descend a little to the top of your stocking and begin to roll the materiel down and over your knee, slowly revealing your leg, inch by inch as the stocking lowers to leave you even more naked.

You remove the pressure of your foot against my chest and I slip the stocking completely off, bending forward a little I tenderly kiss the top of your foot and supporting your leg in my hands kiss my way upwards working left and right on your calf, your knee and onto your exposed thigh. As I kiss your inner thigh I feel a push from you again and you put weight back on your raised leg before lifting the other and again placing your foot high on my chest.

I once again slip my hands up your leg this time leaning forward and planting kisses on each exposed area of flesh slowly as the material in lowered towards your toes. With a small tug the stocking is removed and I begin to kiss my way back up when your foot still on my chest pushes me off balance and unceremoniously dumps me on my arse. You quickly step out of reach as I make a grab for you laughing and run into the next room shaking your naked bum at me then disappearing from sight.

I stand up a little awkwardly, trousers still around my thighs tend to limit your freedom of movement so quickly push them downwards and step out of them, followed by the socks so I too am now totally naked. Before following you I quickly scoop up my clothes and your stocking and lay them out over one of the sofas, then stride boldly after you.

As I enter the room I am met by a waft of sweet aroma's carried on a light mist of steam rising up from the hot tub that you are now half submerged in. Waist deep leaning back against the wall arms spread out wide along the hut tub rim, breasts pertly displayed in their full glory, a light film of water shining between them. The sight of you causing a stirring in me as my body begins to twitch as I walk around the tub.

I circle the hot tub and brush past where you are resting, intriguing you a little that I am not immediately joining you. Your eyes watch me as I move towards the tall glass door leading to the balcony, opening it to allow a light cool breeze into the room making the heat from the hot tub that little bit more welcoming.

The gentle cool air washes over you and you react in a couple of positive ways, your eyes close as your head tilts back basking in the contrasting senses of the hot and cold against your skin.

As I take in the rest of the surroundings in the room I realise my second request to the concierge has also been met. Almost at your fingertips is a large ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne and two thin tall flute glasses, lifting the bottle the condensation from the hot tub steam and the chilled bottle causing small icy cold rivulets to cascade down the glass. I fill the two glasses and gently lower myself into the tub. You don't stir from your position, whether you know my eyes are locked on you, drinking in your beauty I can't tell but there is a satisfied glow and a delicate smile adorning your face.

I sip a little champagne and holding both glasses above the water sink down so my shoulders are just out of the water.

The tub is deeper in the middle and has a seating ledge around the inside although it seems to have three different levels. You are sitting on the middle level, the water covering your body just up to the level of your belly button.

Slowly still submerged I move closer to your waiting body eyes on a level with your breasts, water lapping gently up your belly and splashing lightly against the underside of your hanging breasts, you can sense me honing in on you but don't move anticipating my touch assuming your breasts will be the recipient of my attentions, but pleased as my lips softly press against yours your head still tilted back and eyes closed.

Pressing our lips together I feel you part your mouth slightly and your tongue pushes up to meet mine, you get a little more than you expected as the still cold champagne I held in my mouth gushes down and into your un-expecting mouth, as we break the kiss and you swallow, you open your eyes to see me taking another sip and move back for a second kiss. This time you are ready and as our mouths connect and the cold liquid transfers you enjoy the sensual exchange filling your mouth.

Another break and I pass your waiting hand the second champagne flute, once again filling my mouth with the cold bubbly liquid as I sink lower into the water.

My mouth closes around your soft nipple and the tingling sensations of the cold bubbles immediately harden the nub and I feel it stiffen between my lips. Mouth empty I continue to suck and roll my tongue around your point, nibbling softly and squeezing it between my teeth causing small yelps of pain and pleasure from your half open mouth.

I transfer my lips to your other breast and slowly pour a stream of champagne onto your breast, my tongue underneath the hardening nipple to catch the fluid as it runs down your body and cascades off the tip of your nipple to be lapped up eagerly like a faithful puppy.

Out of champagne I place my glass on the edge of the tub freeing my hands to caress and stroke the underside and the sides of your breasts lifting them and kneading them beneath my hands while my mouth flicks at each nipple and I kiss the fleshy area all around to the sounds of your pleasure, as you lazily lounge back, sipping champagne and enjoying the undivided attention I lavish on your body. Your hand occasionally resting on the back of my head sometimes taking a handful of hair in response to a bite or pulling me onto your breast harder when you want to increase the sensations but generally allowing me to dictate the pace and savour you as I want.

Taking a break from your chest I kiss upwards towards your neck and across your collar onto your outstretched arm, delicately kissing in small spiralling patterns towards your fingers, which take me nicely back to the champagne and my empty glass.

With a fresh drink in hand you decide it's my turn for some attention and you seat me on a high ledge in the hot tub. The water only just laps above the high ledge with the result being with the exception of my legs I am completely out of the water, my very hard cock standing proud above the surface while my balls just dip into the hot water, sometimes emerged sometime completely out depending on your splashing and sloshing of the tub.

Standing up you move towards me my legs are already parted to allow you to come in close and we lean together and kiss tenderly for a few moments. From my seated position and your natural height I have to lean down to kiss you, your breasts as you stand only being held a few inches above the water level. Breaking our kiss, you kiss down my chin and neck spending time kissing side to side from my throat to my shoulder and the top of my arm before reversing the pattern and kissing back across. Then you move lower, licking down to my nipples toying with them with your fingers, teasing me like I had done to you only minutes before.

Lower you kiss, lower you lick, your hand curling between my legs and gently cupping my balls. Your kisses go past my manhood down to the water level and kiss, lick and suck the area of my inner thigh and just above my cock, one hand delicately moving me out of the way of your mouth so my cock is twitching even before you have started in anticipation. Glancing up so you can look into my eyes your lips part and you lick the head of my cock kissing it at the tip then down the side to the base, repeating the tease and going down the other side.

You dip you face briefly towards the water and then your mouth engulfs me not fully but with amazing sensation, your mouth full of hot water. Your tongue swirling it around my head, the hot sensation almost painful but the flick of your tongue exquisite driving me wild with desire.

Your lips part and the hot fluid runs down my shaft, no respite as you push your mouth deeper sucking, licking running the tip of your tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft. You change tack and your fingers close around the base like a small ring of iron and slowly begin to massage me up and down. Your head pulls away to watch your handiwork and as my skin glides up covering the head and pulling the skin tight at my base then as you push down the skin retracts exposing the bulbous head and slightly pinker skin not normally accustomed to seeing so much light.

Your touch is wonderful and you switch between wetting me with hot tub water and the occasional drop of champagne – now I understand the conflicting and strange sensations of ice cold bubbling on my most sensitive skin. You dip your head again and the tingles of the bubbles popping on my skin are replaced by the sensual warmth of your mouth taking me deep inside. I lean back lost in the joy of your actions your mouth and tongue working in combination with your hand gently stroking my balls knowing I'm not going to be able to stand this much attention for long before I lose it again.

Maybe sensing my state you slow the pace and you let me drop out of your mouth, but that isn't the end of your tricks. Leaning forward you capture my cock between your breasts and squeeze them together my cock engulfed in your warm flesh. From your position between my legs you easily manage to work your breasts up and down massaging my throbbing cock, my breathing becoming more difficult and I look down to see my tip disappearing and emerging from between your gorgeous mounds. So far I have been leaning back and allowing you to dictate the pace but my need begins to control my actions and a hand slips to toy with your nipple and you continue to masturbate me with your breasts, losing control I can't help but to start thrusting upwards between your breasts. Smiling knowing my needs you brace yourself and allow me to take the lead as I increase my fucking of your tits, you maintaining the pressure against my shaft as I pump now feeling every sensitive inch of skin contacting with yours as I slid between your fleshy globes, one hand in your hair now half for purchase half to push you towards my almost bursting cock.

"Please Cum over me, cum in my mouth! I want to taste you, I want to feel you on my skin" – your words push me over the edge and I feel my balls contract and begin to pump my hot salty seed spurt after spurt of thick gloopy love juice on to your breasts and neck, bending your neck you capture my cock between your lips and take me deep into your mouth as I continue to pump more of my fluid into your mouth to be hungrily swallowed as you suck and lick at my twitching cock, your head bobbing quickly up and down sucking hard to try to extract the last drop out of me. 




International Relations Ch. 05



Finishing your activity on my now softening cock, you stand fully up in the tub and lean bodily against me cum still adorning your breasts as you casually rub the sticky liquid around your nipples and before planting a deep kiss on my lips and then sinking back fully into the water.

I follow your lead and immerse myself in the warm water, capturing your leg as you float backwards away from me. A small tug and I pull you back through the water towards me and I'm greeted by your legs casually wrapping themselves around my waist and our upper bodies once again mashing together like an entwined snake.

We remain locked together for a few minutes gently kissing and exchanging little kisses on each other's faces and necks, my hand running over your breasts and neck cleaning your skin of any remnants of my cum, stimulating your senses a little again and lighting a small fire deep inside you once more.

Your legs firmly wrapped around my waist and supporting you with a firm hug I stand us both up and carefully climb out of the hot tub, your little frame and light body firmly pressed against me and easily supported as I step carefully away from the tub towards the sauna door, the door swings open easily and grabbing a few towels from the pile by the entrance I place two towels on the burning hot wooden seats.

The sauna is not very big with a split level seat on one side, no more than about 4 feet wide. The lower seat having a depth of around 18 inches, with the upper seat being larger and about twice as deep. The other side of the sauna containing the open stone heater, a large temperature dial and a clock. On the floor beside the heater was a wooden bucket containing water and a small plastic ladle to spoon water onto the stones if more humidity was required.

Having already spread two towels out on the seats, you decide you want the upper seat and rolling up another towel for a small pillow you climb up and lay down on your back beads of sweat already forming on your forehead and upper chest. There is no pretence at modesty, we are both still naked and feel very at ease with each other's exposed nakedness.

I sit on the lower bench leaning back, my head resting gently against your ribcage as we acclimatize to heat and humidity. The bench turns out to be a little too uncomfortable to lie on and so you sit back up, your head now high in the sauna you experience a small steam rush as the heat and the super heated air fills your lungs as you inhale deeply. The burning sensation coursing through your nasal passages and throat as the steam soaks into your system.

Sitting to the side of you and lower in the sauna the temperature is a little less intense, still feel great and it is enough for me as I feel beads of sweat forming all over my body. The sensation when I breathe through my nose almost painful from the searing heat invading the delicate passages in my head. I rest my head sideways onto your thigh and you respond by casually smoothing my hair.

You adjust your position and swing a leg over my head, a thigh now either side of me hand still toying with my hair. Tilting my head back I have a great view of your breasts hanging above me, perfect, rounded, mine if I want them. Your eyes come into focus as I continue to look up and you are staring down at me waiting for me to react.

When I smile at you, but don't move your hand toying with my hair tightens and pushes me firmly back between your legs. Laughing I say I get the hint.

Twisting around on the bench I turn 180 degrees so I am nestled deep between your thighs, your hand still in my hair insistently guiding me forward. My tongue presses forward and licks up your hot and swollen lips, deftly parting them with a small increase in pressure. It is difficult to tell if you are wet from being so hot from the sauna heat or from being turned on as your sweat and moisture mingle into a single sweet taste.

Above me your free hand is already pulling hard on your nipples, rolling the hardened nub between your thumb and fore finger, stretching it, squeezing it, loving the attention.

I use two fingers to part your lips allowing my tongue to penetrate deeper and have more direct access to your inner sex. A finger replaces it and roughly pushes deep inside you as far as I can go, not moving just filling the hot sweet hole. My tongue thick and flat now running roughly up and down your entire spread pussy lapping at your juices toying with your engorged clit.

I love licking your pussy, nothing turns me on more than the sounds you make when you are enjoying yourself and you are definitely doing that. Moans and gasps drifting down through the steam laden atmosphere as I suck and lick away with my head between your thighs.

My finger inside you begins to slowly fuck you, in and out, rotating to increase pressure and feeling here and there as my mouth laps away just above.

Adjusting your position you raise one foot onto the bench and spread your legs wide apart, not that I needed more access to you but I take advantage of your openness and I slip a second finger in to join the first.

The increased presence inside you bringing another low moan and causes an increasing pressure of your hand gripping firmly onto the hair at the back of my head. Not forcing my face into you but I know that if I were to try to move away from eating your pussy it would cost me a hand full of hair.

My fingers twist inside you and together they seek your g-spot as they curl and begin massaging the inner wall inside your pussy.

Trying to match the tempo of my licking and stroking, so you can feel one sensation then the other brings another load moan from your lips and it is all the encouragement I need.

You can't last long, the assault on your senses from the heat and breathing difficulties with the steam coupled with my attention below soon have you shuddering and panting as an orgasm ripples through you, now you are forcing my head hard into you. Pain coursing through my head from the tight grip you have on my hair. Pressed hard against your pussy my only option is to clasp your clit between my lips and suck hard, occasionally flicking the tip of my tongue across the ultra sensitive bud before returning to suck it once more, you moan deeply and squeal with pleasure above me, I am uncertain if you have had a second orgasm in quick succession or if you are still riding the first wave of joy. Either way you signal enough and release the vice like grip of my hair but not the contact entirely.

A couple more little licks and I extract my fingers your pussy still visible contracting as I slip out of your, a small trail of opaque fluid oozing out after my fingers, I dip down and lick your cum dripping out of you. Cum covering my lips and chin as I lap at your post orgasm juices.

You pull my hair softly causing me to break away and you guide me upwards to engage in a lingering kiss, tasting yourself on my lips and tongue. Slowly returning to a normal state of breathing.

A few more minutes in the sauna and we are done, both of us tired from our efforts and exertions over the last hour or so.

We leave the sauna and step into the shower together lovingly washing each other and kissing a little under the cooling waters of the shower.

Once cleaned up and cooled down we dry off and head back into the bedroom, it is now almost 2 am and we both climb into the huge bed and flick the room lights off. Cuddled up together, your head nestled into my shoulder and a leg draped over my knee as I lay on my back we drift into a satisfied sleep, huge smiles on our faces and the butterflies deep in my stomach still fluttering around.



International Relations Ch. 06



I woke around 9.30, images and memories of the previous evening still racing through my mind.

I couldn't believe that less than two weeks ago we were both still virgins and hadn't got any more action than some light touching over the clothes. Last night blew my mind, yes I had put in a lot of effort in getting the room set up and setting the scene, but I could never have expected you to unleash the wanton sexual behaviour a teenage boy could only dream of.

Lying in bed slowly coming to full consciousness my hand strays downwards to check I still have a cock after all our activity. My hand brushes past my public hair finding it hard and matted together with a combination of our cum from our umpteenth fuck in the early hours of the morning.

Looking back, while the early part of the evening once we got in this palace of a hotel suite was planned, loving and very sensual the wakeup call at around 3 am this morning with you tugging frantically on my hard on provoked probably the best sex we have ever had.

Maybe being woken by a beautiful naked girl who's hand was firmly jacking me off was not quite what I imagined it wasn't something I was going to complain about.

"Fuck me hard" was your insistent demand pulling on my erect cock guiding me towards you, not that I needed too much encouragement. Rolling onto your back, your legs already spread wide for me to enter you I take no time at all and positioned directly above your lithe and sexy body push my groin firmly between your legs.

My cock slides over your slick wet lips as I grind my length onto your pussy, feeling your course pubic hair rough against the tip of my cock.

"Don't fuck about, just fuck me now" you almost spit at me, as your hand is thrust between us diving for my cock again, your needs and urgency to be pleasured dripping from every expletive you utter.

You get what you want and you position the engorged head of my cock at your wet pussy hole, your swollen lips parted and your sex wide open to my invading cock.

One thrust and I am in you, your wetness coating my shaft as each inch of me pushes roughly inside you until our pelvic bones meet and my invasion is halted. A lift of my hips and another thrust hard into your tight little cunt takes your breath away, again I raise my hips and plunge hard into you, this time drawing a moan from your lips. More thrusts and your moaning becomes a rhythmic series of groans and pants as I continue to fuck you into a frenzy.

Shifting position I pull out of you to your great disgust and obvious frustrations before standing at the side of the huge king sized bed I spin you through ninety degrees and pull your ass up to the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor looking down on you I firmly grab your legs behind the knees and push them away and apart.

Your dripping little pussy hole waiting eagerly for my cock to fill it once again.

One hand around your raised thigh for purchase, I sink my twitching cock back into your pussy and resume a slow deep pounding of your pussy. Each thrust make your breasts surge away before they quickly bounce back and settle in to a natural position. Your breasts jiggling in response to each of my thrusts. Two beautiful globes topped by a prominent hard nipple pointing towards the ceiling.

My hand strays to your tits and roughly grasps a hard nipple, squeezing and twisting it, adding pain to the pleasure of having your pussy pounded.

Juice from your sopping pussy covering your ass so with each thrust there is a wet slapping noise as my balls swing against your wet cheeks as my cock penetrates deep in your hot cunt.

Again the rhythm builds and your pants and moans fill the room in response to each deep thrust.

Taking a stronger grip on your thigh now with both hands I increase the tempo of my thrusting, pumping hard and fast into you. Your breathing no longer matched to my thrusts but coming in short shallow gasps interspersed with low moans.

Your eyes now closed and your hands gripping the sheets on the bed for some stability as your body is being jolted violently from each thrust as our groins mash together with each stroke of our fucking. Your tits bouncing wildly, a dull red blush covering your chest and neck from an excess of oxygen flooding your lungs caused by your gasping and panting from being fucked so relentlessly and so hard.

The excess oxygen and the constant abuse of your pussy combining to trigger an inevitable orgasm. A wave of pleasure spreading quickly from the depths of your loins outwards to every nerve ending you possess. Your pussy clenching and gripping my hard cock as I continue to fuck you hard.

Your body thrashing on the bed beneath me, head thrown back, tits pushed high into the air as you arch your back and a long groan rips from your throat. Still I'm not finished, my cock still thrusting, your cum covering my cock and squeezing out dribbling between your ass checks as each thrust of my cock forces its way into your tightly clenched little pussy.

Still pumping at your little hole, you begin to come down from your high and the abuse of my cock slamming hard into you begins to register on your increasingly sore and bashed pussy.

But I'm not done.

You make a feeble attempt to move away managing to turn sideways and crawl up the bed a little but my needs now are too great, you scramble onto your knees to move away but I take a firm hold of you and still between your legs force your head and torso down so you are bent at the waist with your arse high in the air. Knees still spread I stare at your reddened little pussy, cum visibly dripping.

Two fingers scoop your cum and juices and quickly massage them around your puckered ass hole.

Without hesitation a finger pushes past your ring and disappears knuckle deep into your ass, twist, withdraw, push. Your ass gets a finger fuck, the muscles slowly loosening and becoming accustomed to having a prescence.

Your reluctance at the thought of more sex apparent only seconds before seemed to be evaporating like a morning mist on a summer's day, each twist and probe of my finger melting your resistance to my advances.

The first moan from you signals an acceptance of another first.

My cock, rock hard and slick with your cum nudges against your cute little asshole and with a firm but gentle pressure I push the swollen bulbous head of my cock past your anal ring.

My cock has stretched you wider than the finger that invaded the same area only moments before and a small squeal of pain signals the burning sensation of me stretching your ass wider that it has ever been.

I know this is a first for both of us and despite my wanton lust and desire to force myself into you and fill your ass with my cum I pause and wait for your pain and discomfort to calm a little before proceeding.

After a few seconds of my cock being at your entrance I begin to push a little holding onto your hips slowly sinking my cock deep into your ass.

I am well lubricated from our earlier fucking but taking you from behind I can't resist slapping you arse and watching it ripple as I begin to build up a slow rhythmic fucking of you back passage.

Any pretence or resistance you had to this defiling of your last virginal orifice now completely gone as the initial pain you experienced now replaced by a deep sensual pleasure as my cock pumps in and out of your virgin asshole.

I begin to build a good rhythm, slapping hard against your ass cheeks as each stroke drives my cock deep into your bowels. The motion of our fucking making your tits swing back and forth under your body as you hold yourself steady on all fours while I pound away between your legs from behind.

Unusually you are making no noise to accompany our fucking and I realise you are almost chewing a pillow, face buried in it desperately trying to muffle you sounds – be it either pain or pleasure.

Now fully in control of this fuck and wanting to hear you moan I slide a hand up your spine past your shoulder blade and neck and onto the back of your head. Closing my hand I firmly take a handful of hair and pull your head back, not viciously, I'm not into hurting you but I want to mix a little pain under control.

You instantly respond, maybe you wanted to be controlled maybe it hurt more than I realised but your head rose from the pillow and your moans immediately filled the room.

These noises were different. Before you made little whimpers and moans rising to a long drawn out panting and gasps as you reached orgasm. Now the noises were guttural, low screams and grunts.

Pain mixed with an un-prepared for pleasure as your body betrayed your minds instincts and screamed its joy and acceptance of the abuse you are receiving.

Your upper body now raised as high as your arms could manage to relieve the pressure of my hand still pulling your hair, each thrust of my cock into your ass coupled with an involuntary pull of your hair causing both pain and pleasure to be mixed before a second or so later another thrust repeats the feeling.

There is no restraint now, I started slowly in your ass so as to get us both in to it but now the red lust had descended and all I could focus on was my own impending climax and was pumping your ass as hard and as fast as I could manage.

Spurred on by the wailing and thrashing of your body beneath me. You actually even start to push back to meet each thrust driving me deeper into you if that was possible, your second orgasm already ripping through your tight little body.

The result of the combined rough treatment of your hair and your ass surprising you, but realisation that it signalled another area of your sexual awakening before tonight not even considered.

I feel the contraction in my balls and make a final deep violent thrust into you as I feel the pumping sensation as my seed spurts deep into your ass. My final thrust pushes you forward flattening you against the bed as I collapse on top of you still buried in your ass and still pumping cum from my cock into your body.

Panting heavily, pinning your body prone on the bed you twist your head and we make eye contact for the first time since I invaded your ass. Your eyes wide still but glazed, an obvious sweat on your brow and your mouth open sucking in oxygen as we both fight for breath.

You are the first to recover the ability to talk, and there is suddenly a look of fire in your eyes.

From nowhere you flash your hand across my face, the back of your hand smacking my lower lip and I immediately taste blood.

"Don't ever fucking ask to do that again you bastard" you seethe at me, "Just fucking do it".

And with that you kiss me hard, your tongue tasting the blood from the cut on my lip.

I roll off you pinned body, cum covering both of us as we lay together your head in my shoulder and we drift off to a contented and exhausted sleep.



International Relations Ch. 07



9.30am slowly waking up, sticky and caked in blood, sweat and cum from the night before, I feel as if I have been used as a punch bag by a handful of midgets – most of my aches and pains being concentrated around waist height. My thighs and torso providing a dull throb reminding me of last night's exercise.

Dragging myself off the bed the room seems light and airy with a gentle breeze blowing into the room from the balcony doors, one of which I notice now half open and the source of the streaming light and fresh waft of air.

I can smell coffee too drifting casually on the breeze from outside. Looking around I am alone in the room. A crumpled pillow and some discarded bed sheets sadly vacant of your fine figure.

Realising the state I am in I decide a shower takes precedence over anything else and head towards the bathroom, emerging five minutes later refreshed, invigorated and almost back to my normal self. The only obvious lingering reminder of last night being the cut and swollen lip during the heat of our passion.

I slip into one of the hotel provided bathrobes, thick soft white fluffiness envelops me as I tie the belt at my waist.

Cleanliness re-established I head for the source of the coffee smell and notice you have made a pot with a cup already set out just waiting to be poured. One lump of sugar later and I think I may actually be able to tackle the day after all.

Coffee in hand I head to the balcony. 

The room being a corner suite has a balcony that extends around the building with a small table and two comfortable chairs in one part and a couple of sun loungers around the corner to take advantage of the morning sun.

You are sitting wrapped in another hotel bathrobe, wet hair tied back and cupping a hot coffee just staring out over the busy city views from the heights of the sixth floor room.

I catch a smile as I emerge from the bedroom and walk over to the seat beside you, an awkward silence filling the gap between us, obviously both thinking about the night before.

I'm the first to break cover and thank you for the coffee, you smile again and tell me you thought I deserved it after such a busy night. I think we both blush a little.

We sit and make small talk while drinking the coffees, wondering what the rest of the day will bring and who from the party hooked up with whom, both of us guessing and speculating what went on. The breeze and lack of sunlight on this half of the balcony make you shiver and pull the robe a bit tighter around you. We chat for a little more then decide to move around the corner where there is a bit more warmth and settle onto a large sun lounger.

The difference in temperature on the sun lounger was quite profound, a little bit of direct sunlight and because of the lower height of the lounger now shielded from the morning breeze made for a warm and comfortable environment.

This end of the balcony had a polished glass wall enabling an unrestricted view of the city and bustle below but had a chest high frosted glass partition between our part of the balcony and the rooms next door providing a touch of privacy but not enough to prevent complete anonymity.

We lay together cuddling still tired from last night's exertions and just for a little extra warmth and comfort while enjoying the morning sun, my arms wrapped around you gently holding you close to me in both a protective and sensual hold.

The noise of a balcony door sliding open surprises us a little before we register it is from the room next door the other side of the glass. Quietly but oblivious to our presence someone walks onto the balcony and leans against the glass safety rail looking down over the city. We can't make out who it is because of the frosted effect separating the two balcony spaces but from the shape, size and colouring I guess it is a woman and she too is wearing one of the hotel supplied bathrobes as the bright white and flesh colours dominate the frosted glass.

We both remain silent as another figure moves from the bedroom onto the balcony towards the first. This figure is bigger, darker and moves silently behind the first.

There is no conversation, no words from anyone. The only noise being the whistle of the wind past the building and the occasional bit of traffic noise from below.

The couple next door giggle suddenly and we both look at each other knowingly as the giggle turns to a stifled moan and the sound of kissing takes over.

You slowly shift position eager to see who it is but quietly so as not to disturb them, slowly kneeling on the lounger you are high enough to have your head clear of the frosted section and give you an un-obscured view of our neighbours.

Quietly you kneel transfixed on the event unfurling a few feet away as you secretly watch. You beckon me with an urgent hand movement to come and join you, to watch, to be part of this illicit little act of voyeurism. Intrigued I do exactly as you bid and taking up a position directly behind you I rest my head on your shoulder and now I too am watching our neighbours.

The first thing I notice is they aren't people we know, the man looks about 30, well tanned not muscular as such but defined especially across his shoulders and back – which is mostly what I can see from here. He looks about 5'9" maybe a little taller and has short hair, almost cropped. He reminds me of an action man, dressed only in a pair of tight black boxers.

The woman is smaller and pretty. About 5'6" with long golden hair that falls in curled waves to the middle of her back, her skin is paler than his and she looks a few years younger, early twenties, 25 at a push.

She has a hotel bathrobe on but the sash is undone and the robe is hanging open, barely covering her breasts. She is leaning back against the glass wall, arms outstretched, one leg slightly forward with the robe hanging down leaving her man with a clear view of all she has to offer, and she knows it.

Andy – because in my head he looks like an Andy, reaches forward and brushes the robe to the side, now clearly displaying the girls breasts, think she is a Liz. Liz doesn't react, she just keeps her burning gaze fixed firmly on Andy's face.

His hand travels across her chest, the back on his hand grazing her breasts until he reaches the robe on the other side. Again he moves the material, the robe now fully open and hanging from her shoulders vertically down covering nothing but her arms.

He steps forward, closing the gap between them and eases one leg between hers, using his thigh he pushes her legs apart and positions himself between them. Looking down on her, his eyes full of desire and lust.

You shift slightly in front of me and I wrap an arm around your waist as we watch the show.

You cover my hand with yours and my attention goes back to the couple next door.

His hand is between her breasts, she arches her back into him, pushing her tits higher offering herself to his touch.

His hand ignores her breasts and caresses upwards to her throat, fingers stroking the underside of her chin before drifting to the back of her head and latching on to a handful of her hair.

She winces slightly from her hair being grasped as he pulls her head back forcing her to look up directly at him, but the pain is lost as their shared carnal look melts everything else around them into a blurred separate reality.

They speak no words, but she drops to her knees in from of him. His hand still tightly holding her hair, guiding her head, pulling her against him. She rubs her face against his bulging shorts. Her nose and lips tracing the outline of his cock. Breathing in his scent, bathing in his presence.

She glances up as if seeking permission. He nods almost imperceptibly but otherwise remains stood motionless.

Her hands slide up the outside of his legs over his thighs to his shorts, her fingers quickly hooking into the waistband and she slowly eases the materiel down. The shorts glide down off his hips and with a small tug his cock springs free and erect in front of her. The shorts are lowered to the ground and he casually steps one foot out of them leaving them in place beneath him.

Her hands return and quickly meet his cock, he is a big boy, 9 inches maybe more and thick. His cock standing proud against his shaved, hairless body.

She begins to stroke him slowly between the palms of her hands, almost in a prayer like gesture worshiping his divine rod as he throws his head back and enjoys the attention.

Her pace increases just slightly and he snaps out of his blissful reverie now watching her intently from above.

Again she seems to pick up the pace, long strokes up and down his massive cock. Suddenly her head tilts back and she gasps – maybe he just tightened his grip in her hair but her hands stop and drop to her sides in a submissive and immobile position.

His free hand has moved to his cock and continues a slow sensual stroking inches away from her face, still looking up and with a slightly open mouth as she waits.

His cock presses against her cheek, landing with a soft slap as he rubs it from one cheek across her lips and then slaps in softly against her other cheek. Her lips are parted and wet, her tongue just visible touching her upper lip.

Slowly his cock travels across her face again slapping against her as it moves. Now at her lips slapping against her full wet lips, her mouth is open waiting, hoping, as the truncheon of flesh slaps harder now against her then stops. His cock resting over her chin and lips and against her nose.

She can't resist and her tongue flicks at the underside of his shaft as he moves ever so slowly over her face with his length. He pulls back but just enough so that her tongue now flicks at the end of him, slowly swirling over his tip and making him glisten from her moisture. He moves and pushes inside her mouth, gently at first his size forcing her to open her mouth wide as a few inches disappear from view.

Deeper he goes, her eyes close as more cock slides into her mouth. Both hands now holding her head he slowly begins to withdraw and then penetrate her mouth again, fucking her mouth in a very controlled and almost reverential way. In and out, never completely withdrawing but also not pushing himself completely in to her. Keeping a calm steady pace with long slow strokes as he fucks her pretty face.

You are transfixed, since we started watching you haven't moved or hardly breathed, the pair of us still pressed together watching like peeping toms at a sex show.

My hand around your waist pulls you tighter against me and you wriggle a little against me but not in an objectionable way. I smooth the hair from your neck and kiss you softly. You sigh a little but your gaze doesn't leave the couple next door.

Moving both my arms around you I untie the belt of your robe and slide my hands inside onto your soft warm skin. My left hand remains around your waist while my right dips down and my fingers drift through your pubic hair then down onto your pussy.

You are already wet, turned on by the act of voyeurism and my finger easily slips inside you. Your only reaction a small satisfied breath but your concentration remains firmly on our neighbours.

I switch my attention back to next door while I continue to slowly stroke your pussy, drifting a finger leisurely in and out of you as I watch.

Andy is still face fucking Liz, though now she seems to be taking almost all of him with each thrust, his cock probing deep into her mouth while she somehow manages not to choke with each thrust. Time after time he pushes his long slick shaft deep into her mouth, his thrusts slow and languid, pausing briefly when he is fully inside her before withdrawing and pushing again.

Finally he withdraws leaving a looping trail of saliva connecting the end of his glistening cock and Liz's open mouth, releasing his hold on her hair Andy pulls her up onto her feet and pushes the robe off her shoulders so it drops to the ground. He steps into her, their bodies pressing together as he dips and kisses her hard, tongues clashing together as her hands circle his back and pull him tightly onto her.

His hands drop to her thighs and in a swift and easy manoeuvre he lifts her and she wraps a leg around his waist.

He easily supports her weight, the muscles in his thighs and shoulders flexing as he takes a step towards the small table against the balcony wall.

Lips still locked together he gently rests her on the table and breaking the kiss pushes her torso away leaning her back flat against the table, her arms are spread wide along the edge of the glass balcony and her head precariously hangs over the edge, her golden hair hanging straight down as she lays in a flat crucifix position breasts pushed up as she arches her back while one leg remains hooked around his waist.

His hands explore her breasts, roughly squeezing and needing her flesh. He pinches her hard extended nipples and she groans loudly under his touch.

His large hands easily cover her breasts pushing them together forcing her nipples to touch briefly before he clamps his fingers over them again eliciting another squeal of pleasure. His rhythm of squeeze, pinch and then slapping her breasts making her moan louder with each passing moment.

His onslaught of her small pert breast turning them pink as they flush with blood and he continues to maul and caress her perfectly formed little tits.

Watching this visual delight I realise I have moved my left hand up to your breast and I am almost mimicking his actions taking your firm nipple between my fingers and both pulling and squeezing while my other hand continues its invasion of your pussy. For the first time you react with more than the slightest of moans, your hips pushing against my hand and your breathing catching a little, but still you watch. It's like watching your own private porn movie but in 3D and HD, while hands caress you intimately in time with the picture in front of you.

Andy moves position dropping to his knees while Liz remains laid over the table and the balcony rail. He eases her legs apart and we can clearly see Liz's shaven little pussy before his face nestles between her thighs. The effect is immediate, a long drawn out moan as his lips connect with her sex. She pushes her chest up as her back arches and his tongue runs along the length of her lips to flick at her swollen button.

Her moans and pants wantonly shouted as he laps away driving her wild.

Your head rolls back against me and you gasp pleadingly "make me cum" as the noise from next door washes over us in raspy ragged waves.

My finger moves to your clit and begins rubbing you quickly, trying to keep a constant pressure as you slowing rock your hips against my hand. You were already very close and it only takes a matter of seconds before you unravel and explode inside. Your body shakes and you let out a short scream completely forgetting where you are as you cum.

I hold you tight against me supporting you as you your orgasm ripples and slowly subsides, your heavy breathing fortunately masked by the moaning of Liz as she gets her pussy licked six feet away from us.

As you reopen your eyes and focus on next door Andy lifts his head and stands up, his cock still huge and sticking straight out in front. He brings Liz's knees together then pushes them towards her chest so her pussy lips are framed wet and glistening between her thighs.

Holding her legs in that position Andy runs the head of his swollen cock against her damp lips, parting them gently before pushing himself into her. He sinks slowly inside, unlike with the blowjob he keeps pushing until he is full inside her his hips resting against the back of her thighs.

Taking a grip of the edge of the balcony ledge he begins to work himself in and out of her pussy, her feet together now resting on his shoulder as he begins to drive piston like hard into her.

Liz is screaming with each thrust. His thick long shaft filling her completely, stretching her little pussy as he bangs violently against her smaller body. Her breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust, as he grunts and drives towards his own climax.

The balcony becomes a cacophony of grunts and screams as they both unravel in their climaxes, becoming timed and mixed together like a strange musical symphony ending in a joint scream as Andy collapses into Liz pouring his seed deep inside her, her squeals silenced as her cum mixes with his, their union of noise temporarily silenced but their intimacy still firmly in place.

His head is bowed and resting against her breast, both still breathing heavily as she raises her head and gently kisses his hair seemingly reviving him from his slumber. Sated, but not spent.

Slowly still inside her he lifts Liz to him, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pulls her against his chest before he stands, turns and calmly walks off the balcony back into the bedroom.

Moments later the door slides shut before we hear another squeal and the voice of Liz begins to moan again.