Lucy’s bill for ‘extras’ will be sky-high in the morning.
Thank God the drive was over. Lucy swung the suitcase onto the bed and kicked off her shoes. The motorway had been worse than she’d expected, and in the darkness it hadn’t been easy to find this place. “You’d better make it worth it for me, Stuart”, she thought to herself, but she knew he would.
He’d have said goodbye to his wife hours ago, made his excuses about the weekend away for a boring conference. She didn’t care what he’d said, because soon all the waiting would be over. No matter if she was 16 years older than him. He was proud of her and, by leaving his wife, he was finally going to show it.
Pulling on the lingerie she’d bought specially for the weekend, she examined herself in the mirror. The pale pink silk bra barely covered her breasts. She began to draw her right hand over the matching thong, stroking gently. She was so lost in her dreams of him sliding inside her that she almost jumped when she heard her phone bleep, signifying a message.
Diving inside her handbag, she cursed silently. This had better not be Stuart saying he had been delayed. She wanted him here now, in bed, in the shower. She was going to exhaust him this weekend.
She wasn’t sure how many times she read the message before she finally hurled the phone onto the floor, seeing it bounce against the wall and back onto the carpet.
Sorry? He was sorry but he couldn’t keep deceiving Dolly? Better to say goodbye and both move on with their lives?
She sat there in her sexiest underwear, not knowing how many minutes – or hours – passed. She could go home now, only the thought of drive was too much to bear. But what else could she do? Go down to dinner alone in one of the fabulous dresses she’d brought to turn him on?
She’d order room service. At least she’d be spared the prying eyes of other guests, all couples no doubt. She felt close to screaming. She picked up the phone and ordered her choice, including a bottle of red. She might as well go for it.
Desperate to distract herself, she switched the TV on. Then the ‘adult’ option. Sod it, I’m going to watch it, she thought. She put her room number in and sat down.
Why were there never any decent men in these films? she asked herself. The leading lady was dark-haired and dark-eyed, with long slender legs, not unlike Lucy herself – but why did she get stuck with the rough looking man? He was nowhere near as sexy as…
There came a knock at the door. Grabbing her dressing gown from the wardrobe, Lucy opened it.
She’d seen better looking young men, but she couldn’t remember where.
He wasn’t tall but looked muscular, lean and fit. He was darker than she was. When he smiled and said, “Your evening meal, madam”, he revealed his strong white teeth, contrasting with the jaw that was dark with powder burn stubble. He must have been younger than Stuart.
Aware that she was staring, Lucy hurriedly beckoned him in, and mumbled an order to put the tray on the bed. It was only as he bent to put it down that she remembered, and the waiter saw, that the film had reached a very interesting part indeed.
The brunette was kneeling on the bed, naked, her face a picture of ecstasy as her leading man thrust inside her from behind. The man reached forward and grabbed her long dark hair and began pulling it towards him, as if he was pulling a boat to the shore. The silence in the room was deafening, Lucy wanted to leap up and switch it off… Or did she want to?
As she closed her hand on the remote, she saw the waiter’s mouth half open as he savoured the scene. In a split second she made her decision.
“Not much plot is there? But if you want to see how far it goes…” she began.
He seemed unsure if she was joking, teasing him. She undid her dressing gown and let it slide to the floor, moving closer to him as she did so. The look of excitement and desire she received from him was both a reward and a reassurance.
She closed the gap between them and reached for the zip on his shiny black trousers. She tensed at the feel of his erection, enjoyed the way it grew as she unfastened and discarded first the trousers and then his boxer shorts. She swooped down and took his cock in her mouth, licking and gently biting him. Manoeuvring him around slightly, Lucy saw on the screen that the brunette was mirroring exactly what she was doing– or was it the other way round?
She reached below the ever-hardening cock and slowly at first, then more and more vigorously, massaged his tightening balls. She could feel him shivering with pleasure and hear gentle moans of excitement as she began licking at him violently with the tip of her tongue.
As she came up for a better view of the film, she knew her timing could not have been better. Now a different woman was lying on the bed wearing a tiny thong which made her overdressed compared to her fellow actor, a blond thickset man. The man leaned forward and began to caress with his fingers and then lick with his tongue both of her impressive hardened nipples. Lucy assumed the same pose as the woman; her message couldn’t have been more obvious. For a second, she was afraid he wasn’t going to respond, but only for a second. He pulled off her bra top and licked at her erect nipples in turn. Then, he was devouring her; she felt a surge of anticipation run through her body as he began to run his tongue further down towards her stomach. Neither of them really needed to see the screen to know what was going to happen; her waiter was already on course for what she wanted most of all.
He practically tore her thong away from her and she eagerly tilted her bottom up to him, almost pushing her throbbing lips into his face. She felt herself being lifted up by strong hands as his tongue met her where she was already soaking with desire.
As he probed her deeper and deeper, Lucy couldn’t imagine anything better until she felt fingers playing around the surface of her lips and coaxing, stroking to supplement the muscles in his tongue. And when she felt more fingers reaching up to her left nipple and shivered to the feel of him manipulating it until it was exquisitely painful, she was almost crying out with pleasure.
Lucy had to push his mouth away as her orgasm broke through her tingling body. He sat back, his face wet with her juices, looking aroused and eager for more. Even though the volume was turned low, they were both aware now of shrieks of female pleasure and turned to look at the next scene being played out only feet from them.
The original brunette was sitting straddling her lover, arching her back as she drew him further and further up inside her. The camera lingered on the thatch of hair displayed between her legs as she bounced vigorously between his powerful thighs, her breasts seeming almost to point at him.
Lucy smiled at the eager look on the young man’s face. She eased him backwards onto the bed and took his still erect shaft in her hands. Nimbly sitting on him, she opened her legs until she began to slide down onto him, seeing the excitement etched onto his dark features. For good measure, she ran her fingers over her, by now wide-open, labia and watched him, transfixed by her every move.
“Oh yes,” she said, as she bent her back easily towards the end of the bed, making him gasp with pleasure. “I’m just as supple as she is. And we can do as many takes in our little film as you like”.
