Chapter One: Mark, my dear, what are you doing?
After eight months of challenging work, a restful time in the sun was always a treat, so I was excited to land in sunny South Africa before the new year began in 2024. Being away from the icy British weather certainly put a spring in my step and I could not wait to take long walks, swim and simply enjoy doing nothing. Once I collected my baggage and updated my phone sim card, I was ready to rock and roll out of the airport.
A friend offered to pick me up but after a quick missed call and text, she was caught up and said I should take the train or cab. On a whim, I messaged an old college friend who lived close to the airport and asked for a ride to my hotel, and happy to hear my voice, she said her husband would pick me up. Of course, after not seeing them for years, she insisted I stay for supper.
Waiting at the pick-up point, I texted close friends to say I landed safely and hoped to see them in the nearest future, when a large black car drove towards me, the driver flashing his lights with a smile on his face. Mark, my friend’s husband was a good-looking man, and he certainly aged far too well. Sporting a cropped beard, moustache, and short hair, the cloud of confidence was ever-present.
He jumped out, hugged me excitedly and asked a million questions as we loaded my luggage and raced off towards his home. The ride was less than twenty minutes away and Mark had to mention I still looked the same, fitter, if not sexy too. I laughed at him, well, at the mention of being seen as sexy, and tried to change topics, but he was having none of it.
After more than six years of not seeing him, the man seemed interested in my sexual antics, rather than how I spent my time working and travelling out of South Africa.
‘You know, I always thought you were sexy,’ he said and put his hand on my thigh. Trying not to act shocked at the move, I playfully slapped at his hand and told him to concentrate on the road.
‘I would rather grab you,’ Mark growled, and I thought of his wife waiting at home for me to arrive.
Was this man serious, or just teasing me since we were alone, something that never happened in the past? He placed his hand back on my thigh, kneading the flesh and I felt my face grow hot and flushed.
‘Stop it,’ I said, but there was little conviction in my voice. I liked it and thought he would give up fooling around.
Without warning, he swerved and drove down a side street before stopping the car. Before I could react, he leaned over, grabbed my neck and pressed his lips onto mine. What! His tongue slipped into my mouth, and with no reason to fight back, I let him kiss me. It lasted less than a minute and my whole body felt warm. Shifting back into his seat, he smiled and took my right hand, pressing it against the bulge in his pants.
After all the years of knowing Mark, I had not bargained for this to happen, and not waiting to crack the heated moment, I let him move my hand on his hardening bulge.
‘Do you want to suck it?’ he asked, but I called him ‘mad’ and ordered him to drive us home.
‘If you suck me, I will fuck you nice and hard,’ he offered before starting the car and driving off. The sun began to set and putting my hand back in his crotch, he smiled and went back to questioning me about my love or lust for him. Protesting my lack of interest, which was outright lying, I had no intention of accepting offers to be fucked nice and hard by my friend’s husband, before or during my annual holiday in the sun.
After this evening, I had no intention to let him near me again, but there was still the trip back to my hotel. We would be alone and who knows what Mark had in store for his sweet friend who had always fancied him from afar.
Chapter Two: Mark, my dear, do not drive me crazy
As we got closer to the house, he stopped the car and leaned over, kissing me again. The man was playing with fire and let him use my lips and mouth until he sat back and smiled.
‘What is wrong with you?’ I asked.
‘I have wanted to do that for years,’ was the reply, Mark seemed at ease whilst kissing me, and I presumed other men had tasted his lips, and cock too! Tempted to ask if it were true, he took my hand and said,
‘Let me fuck you before you go back,’ and without waiting for a reply, sped off to his waiting wife and promised home-coming dinner. Pushed into a pickled corner by a randy friend’s husband, I prayed his ardour would have waned after the meal and family visit.
Leaving my cases in the car, we walked to the front door, rang the bell and before it opened, Mark daringly squeezed my bum cheek and whispered that he could not wait to see it oiled and naked for his cock.
I almost burst out laughing and the door swung open, his wife and my friend happy to see me after so many years.
‘Why didn’t you take your key,’ she asked her husband. Mark mumbled something and rushed out of sight to check if the food was ready. I met the kids, got shunted to a table with a beer and filled in the missing years.
My body still warm from the kisses, I dared my heart to slow down and called back to the kitchen, I had to contend with Mark touching me every time his wife was out of sight. At one point, I leaned over, giving him a brazen chance to rub his crotch against me. I jerked upright in shock, scared we would be caught. He was playing with fire and even though I felt excitement; the word traitor came to mind too.
The meal was good, and Mark pushed me into drinking more beers, since I was not driving, while his wife said I could sleep over. I had to check into the hotel, and scared Mark might crawl into my room during the night, I declined. Before leaving, my driver insisted on a shower, so he could drop into bed after a long busy day.
Happy to have him out of sight, my friend and I shared stories about of past and present, only to have her husband dash back and forth, semi-naked as he got dressed for the ride to my hotel. My mind reeled at his blatant acts of slyly showing off what I might be missing if I refused his sexual offers.
‘Mark goes to the gym, so he kept his shape, while I got rounder after the two kids. Even my boobs got bigger,’ the wife mumbled at one point.
He posed and insisted I rate him, his eyes boring into mine, knowing what we did before dinner. The bastard! My head spinning from the beer, I felt full, tired and ready to hit my bed after hours of flying. Saying goodnight to my friend, her freshly showered and nice-smelling husband rushed me into the huge car and without waiting, placed my hand on his crotch.
Speeding along the highway, his left hand travelled from the thigh to rubbing my lower back, trying to finger its way under my pants. I was having none of it.
‘Can you just get me to my hotel in one piece,’ I joked.
He laughed, asking if I was shy or shocked at his antics. As much as I had fancied him before, I never expected he would make me touch his cock or be kissed.
‘I will drop you off in one piece and make sure you enjoy the other piece,’ Mark uttered and drove faster. The bulge under my hand twitched and I wondered how I got myself into this situation. I merely wanted a quick uneventful ride to my hotel.
‘You know you want me to fuck your pussy,’ he said as if reading my thoughts. My head said no but my body screamed a silent yes! I said nothing and tried to move my hand, but he told me to keep it in place. He loved my soft hand, and with the bright nail polish, it looked feminine in his lap.
‘I want you to feel what it going to make you moan tonight,’ he breathed. Fucking hell, this daddy was serious, and he was not going to take no for an answer.
‘You always liked to paint your nails, and now I enjoy them on my cock.’ He complimented my handiwork, hoping to soften my resolve as we drove into the hotel parking lot.
Watching him unload my luggage, I realised why he showered before leaving home. He had a plan and there was nothing to stop him once the hotel door slammed shut. From the semi-dark car park to the check-in counter, he kissed and fondled my backside, daring to be seen or caught.
Giving the impression we were a couple; he was only dropping me off for the night. Too smooth in his lies, the man was on a mission to show me real daddy love. Fighting him was a lost battle. As the lift doors clammed shut, he flung himself on me, kissing my mouth and grinding his hardened cock against my belly. I shut my eyes and asked not to be judged for what was about to happen in the hotel room.
Chapter Three: Mark, my dear, take it easy
The man gave me little time to breathe and despite a niggle of guilt, I did not push him off me. Mark moved away when the elevator doors opened and bundled me towards room 269, the numbers a mockery indeed. The room was large, the bedding grey and black, a change from all-white. In need of a relaxing shower, I hastily unpacked, secretly hoping Mark would leave me to relax. Inspecting and commenting about the room, I excused myself and made a beeline for the shower.
‘We should have bought some wine or beer,’ he lamented before I shut the bathroom door and sat down on the edge of the bath. Maybe, I should take a long soak and he would go home to his wife or come to his senses. I hopped under the shower and hastily washed the sweat and smell of one horny husband from my face and neck and brushed my teeth and taste of him from my lips,
Drying my body with a soft white towel, I heard no noises from behind the closed door, so Mark might have left for the night. A quick dash of lotion and wrapping the towel around my waist, I left the safety of the warm bathroom and stopped in shock. On the large double bed, lay a very naked, confident and smiling Mark.
‘What are you playing at mister?’ I asked, trying not to stare at his bare cock, the bushy pubic hair lush against his tanned skin. A smattering of hair covered his chest and trailed down the centre of his belly. The trail of ecstasy led to the semi-hard organ offering pleasure and pain. Rooted to the spot, I almost flung myself beside him but acted cool. I would not fall into his naked arms.
‘Come here,’ he whispered but I remained standing.
Of course, I wanted to play with him but there was the friendship to consider. He was prepared to go all the way and I would be another notch in his bisexual belt. Would my sleeping with him cast me as a bad friend or should I let him seduce and use me to appease his sexual appetite?
‘I do not have all night to wait for you,’ he moaned.
Our eyes locked, mine trying to call a bluff so he would stop the physical and mental torture. His right hand moved down to his groin and began stroking the semi-erect manhood. I was more than happy to watch him play but he stopped and shot out of bed, taking my hand and pulling me down onto the bed.
I landed on my belly, and he placed his naked body over mine, pulling at the wet towel to expose my freshly bathed skin. Lifting my pelvis, I resigned myself to whatever would follow. I felt a warm hardness press on my bum and wriggled at the sensation, blocking out previous thoughts of Mark and me.
He knew what I wanted and was going to give me everything on offer. Closing my eyes and sighing, I felt his lips on my shoulders, licking at the skin warming to his manly nakedness. I felt his heart race as he pushed his pelvis down and I instinctively opened my thighs, feeling his cock grow and pulse.
‘Man, this feels so good,’ he mumbled and asked if I had any oil.
Was he in a hurry to sink his cock into my pussy? The lotions were in the bathroom and reluctant to break the sensations, Mark got up and ordered me to stay in the same position. Limp and relaxed, I was in no state to move and complied.
I heard him click off the lights on his way back and plunged the bedroom into darkness but was a bit surprised when he drew back the heavy curtains. So, the man had a kink! Whether someone would see us fucking, I chose to go along for the hot and heavy ride.
