It was the end of a long day at the office. I flew in to Chicago on the early red eye flight to assist with a class action case. I only left the office at nine pm and dinner was take-away Sushi while walking back to the Sheraton. It’s now eleven pm and I am sitting in the business services office on level two of the hotel. I could not get the wireless internet working in my room and I could not get myself to relax watching TV so I came down here to catch up on emails.
I am still dressed in a white blouse, my light blue skirt and with skin colored pantyhose underneath and uncomfortable black high heels. I left the matching light blue jacket up in the hotel room. I hate travelling for work, it puts a hold on one’s social life and you are expected to work like a slave, as if the firm has the right to all 24 hours of your day, just because you are not on your home turf and they are picking up the five-star hotel bill.
It has been a stressful day and I really should be going to the hotel fitness centre to work out and get some exercise but I forgot to bring along my gym gear so here I am.
I just logged on to my hotmail account and I see an email in my inbox from David, a guy I met online and went on a date with last week. I click on it.
“Hi Rachel, It was great meeting you. If you are not busy next Saturday night I would like you to join me to a friend’s party. It’s a pimps and hoes fancy dress party. It should be a lot of fun. Let me know if you can make it. I hope your case is going well. Good luck with it and don’t work too hard. By the way, remember when we were watching the movie about the Titanic and I told you that I had a similar experience to the artist and that I had written a story about it with the intention of posting on the net. Here it is below. I hope you enjoy it. I look forward to your feedback. Cheers, Dave”
It was good to hear from David. It was not that exciting a date. We watched a video together after going out for dinner, but still, he had a good personality and I was hoping that we would see each other again.
I clicked on the attachment to read his story, not really sure what it was about. It appeared on the screen and I started to read:
Two teenage girls, Amie, aged nineteen and Jenny, aged eighteen, were my neighbors. They both had a reputation as being sluts. I never had much to do with Amie. She was always out with her scummy boyfriend, Roy. Jenny was more of a homebody. She would come by and hang around at my place once in a while. I thought of her more as a sister than a friend.
One afternoon I was at home after college and to break the monotony of my studies I went to my darkroom in a shed at the back of my garden to develop some recent photos. I heard a sudden knock on the door.
“Hi, David, it’s Jenny here; are you there?”
“Yes, give me a minute to put away the film before I open the door,” I responded.
I opened the door to greet my neighbor. She had her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks were bright red and her brow was sweaty. She was dressed in a pink halter t-back top and black shiny spandex running tights. I had never taken notice of her figure before. She would usually dress in old baggy jeans and oversized old t-shirts.
“I just went for a long run and I forgot my house keys. I am locked out, so I took the chance that you were home.”
I finished packing away my developing materials in the drawer and turned around.
Jenny was leaning forward looking at some of the photos I had laid down on the table. The sight of her ass tightly wrapped in the shiny spandex pants awoke my hormones. She had a little round butt, which sucked in the spandex material up the middle seam. Her butt cheeks were framed at the bottom by an upward arc as the material strained against her taught hamstring muscles. The material stretched tightly around her hips, butt and legs.
I noticed that it was slightly sheer as she stretched forward. I could clearly see the label showing through as I peered closely looking for that panty line, but there was none. Instead I could see her butt crack. I tried stopping myself from lustfully voyeuring my friend, but my thoughts kept getting thrust into a fantasy developing around the image of that shapely ass. She continued to look at my photos as my eye leered up at the t-back top as it wrapped around her voluptuous breasts, with some white, creamy side-boob showing.
“Your photos are great! I never knew you were such a pro!” Jenny remarked as she turned around to face me.
She noticed that I was staring at her ass. I could see that “I know what you are doing” expression on her face, followed by her stretching her shoulders backwards and pushing her chest outwards so that her ample sized C breasts stood out in contrast to her petite frame.
I felt embarrassed at being caught out ogling her. I stuttered in response, “Yes my passion is photography, I find it a great outlet for my creativity.”
Jenny walked up to look at the photos I had hanging up to dry.
“Did you take these photos? They are so sexy! Is this a girlfriend of yours?”
I responded, “I do some freelance work at a photography studio and they do modeling portfolios for people. The girls in the photos received a photo portfolio as a birthday gift from her fiancé. I think he paid $1000 for a two-hour make over and one-hour shoot.”
“I have heard of those but I didn’t know they took such raunchy pictures,” she commented.
“Well, the model can choose what to wear or not wear. They have cupboards full of attire ranging from formal wear to lingerie and swimsuits and even fetish, and a lot take advantage of the opportunity to be a bit more daring,” I explained.
Jenny, amazed, continued looking at the newly developed photos of Angie, some with her topless and others dressed in lingerie and skimpy outfits.
“I have always wanted to get a modeling portfolio done for myself. It sounds like a lot of fun, but it’s so expensive. Would you consider taking a few photos for me?” Jenny asked.
I started to fantasize about Jenny modelling for me, so I answered her quickly without even giving it any thought. “Sure, I have some time today.”
Jenny continued looking at the photos, mesmerized. “This girl has a really sexy figure. How old is she?” Jenny asked.
“I am not sure, I think early twenties. You have just reminded me that I need to return the gear she used for modeling to the studio. She put the bag in my car when we went to the beach to take some sunrise photos and I forgot to stop off and return them to the studio.”
I closed the door to the dark room as we walked through my backyard to the house.
“You still seeing that girl, what was her name, Nikki?” she asked me out of the blue.
“Actually, no, we broke up a few months ago. ” I answered.
Nikki was shy, inhibited and far too conservative. She also liked to be active and go running, but she would only ever wear baggy running shorts or track pants. She never wore anything tight, and if we ever saw girls wearing tight clothes she would call them sluts. I hated that about Nikki. All it meant was that I would have to feast my eyes on every other girl I saw in the streets while I wished my girlfriend would be more daring and not such a prude.We entered my house and went to the living room, where Jenny sat down on the sofa.
“David, I would like to have a few photos taken, while the idea is fresh in my mind. Are you free this afternoon?”
“I actually am,” I replied. “Would you like to do it here?” I asked her.
“Well, yes; I can’t get into my house anyway until my sister gets home later, so now is a good time.” Jenny seemed quite eager and excited.
“Nobody is expected home until tonight so let me get my camera and we can get going. By the way, do you want something to drink?”
I opened the bar fridge in the lounge.
“See what you like and help yourself,” I said as I went to the restroom.
When I returned Jenny handed me a glass of white wine. She clunked it against her glass and we both downed it. I was actually quite excited to take Jenny’s photos.
Jenny followed behind me as I went to my bedroom to find a lens. Jenny sat down on my bed while I opened my cupboard to look for my camera and lenses. She leaned over my bedside table and opened up a penthouse magazine I had used to help me masturbate before going to bed the night before. I usually hid it in my drawer but somehow I had forgotten to put it away this time. Jenny started to flip through the pages. I tried hard to ignore her. I hoped there wasn’t any cum stains visible on the pages.
“These girls are hot, even from another girls perspective!” she exclaimed.
“It must take a lot of confidence to pose like this.” Jenny got up to show me a picture of a naked girl sitting on a staircase with her knees up and her legs wide apart. Her pussy folds were red and looked moist as she touched her clit with two fingers.
“Do you fantasize over these pictures?” she asked me.
I was stunned at her directness and never knew what to say, so I said nothing. I just smiled.
“You are embarrassed, aren’t you!” she continued teasing me.
The truth is I enjoyed the strong sexual undertones and directness. Nikki would never speak like this. This openness was quite arousing. I should have teased her back, but was too much the gentleman to do so. Having Jenny wearing skintight figure-hugging clothes and looking at dirty pictures on my bed was getting me horny. I felt my cock start getting hard in my pants. I felt the need to put my hand on it and adjust its position upwards so that it didn’t push against the constraints of my undies.
I got my camera out of the bag and was taking the lens cap off when I glanced over at Jenny still paging away at the magazine. She had her legs parted and I could see her hip bone sticking out of the tights and I could see a clear oval camel-toe over her pussy. She was oozing sexuality. I so wanted to pounce on her and feel her body all over.
“You don’t need to be shy about porn. I get off reading erotic stories on the Internet all the time.” She tried to make me feel more comfortable.
I so wanted to take the conversation deeper and ask her what she fantasizes over, but I didn’t have the nerve to do so.
“Ok, are we ready to go?” Jenny asked as she stood up, removed her ponytail and brushed her long blond hair with her fingers.
We went back to the living room where I set up the lighting and reflectors and Jenny stood upright as I took a few shots.She did a few yoga poses as I clicked away. I enjoyed watching her stretch and perving at all her curves, particularly her butt when she twisted around and her pronounced mound when she did a standing backbend, without being obvious.
“Can I see how they are coming out?” Jenny asked as she approached me. It was a digital camera so I showed her the screen and she looked at them.
“These are boring, not like the ones I saw this morning. You mentioned that you still had the bag of attire she used. Can I see if there is anything I can model in?” Jenny asked in a soft and shy tone.
“The bag is still in my car. I’ll fetch it.” I replied.
I handed her the Louise Vuitton bag and Jenny took it with her to the toilet. I eagerly awaited her return in some sexy dress.
“Ok, I am ready, now don’t get a shock,” she announced her arrival. I was anxious to see why she said that and then she walked through the doorway to the living room.
When I saw her, my mouth went dry and my heart started to race as my male hormones flooded my body. I had an instant erection. I was so horny I cared less if the huge bulge in my pants was discovered. Jenny was dressed in a black mini-dress, which was sheer and very short, ending just at the bottom of her butt.
The model I took the photos of previously wore it with a solid black thong and matching bra on underneath, but Jenny was naked.I was not sure where first to feast my eyes. I looked at her large but firm breasts with pink nipples sticking through, then I looked down at her abdomen. Her hard stomach muscles channelled down to a smooth, hairless shaved mound, which prominently crowned two fleshy reddish brown and pink lips with fleshy folds crunched up on each other. I nearly passed out. “
“Now this is the modelling I meant,” Jenny said with a flirtatious smile as she looked at me.
I was numb, my heart racing, my cock pulsating. I was entranced and could not find any words to respond. I grabbed the camera and I took some photos as she got into different poses. First, she stood upright and opened up her arms wide, pressed her bosoms forward. I got a good picture of her with her nipples hard, pressing tightly against the dress. I captured the look in her eyes. It was one of lust. Her face was crimson red. She was definitely horny.
She then turned to the side, lifted her head upwards with her elbow bent and her hand in her hair and with the other hand she pulled the dress up her waist exposing her naked butt. I wanted so much to touch that delicious butt. It was smooth and her cheeks had a perfect round shape, with tight glutes which wrapped around on her thigh bone, curving into a nice inverted V down the middle of those tight shapely legs.
I moved closer to click a few more shots. I noticed her clitoris swollen and protruding outwards, visible from between her butt cheeks. My tongue felt like it was hanging out. I had a dry and salty taste in my mouth from exhilarated arousal. I felt that throbbing sensation. My balls felt like they were tensed, tight and heavy with cum, desperate for a release, to be milked until the spasms of tension and tightness were gone. I shifted the focus to her face. Her eyes were glossed over, with large dilated retinas, the exact same expression my ex-girlfriend use to have when in the middle of sex.
“What pose should I do now?” Jenny asked breaking the silence.
“How about, you sit on the stairs and pose like the girl in the magazine.” I dared her.
Before I could say another word she was already walking to the staircase. She sat down with her knees up and placed her legs a few stairs down. I sat on the floor a few spaces in front of her ready to shoot.
“Ok, here we go,” she said as she twisted her head and threw her long hair over her shoulders.In a swoop she straightened her posture and sat upright, took a deep breath and then opened her knees wide.
I had a straight on view of her pussy. It was quite clear that she was horny and aroused. Her folds were deep red and swollen. I could see a white creamy substance running down in between her folds. Her clit’s hood was enlarged. I was encapsulated by this surreal experience. I felt weak in my body. I so wanted to let my cock out of its confines, to put it out in front of her and have her touch it.
“Are you going to take some pics?” she asked, breaking my spell.
I lifted the camera and clicked away as she put her hands on her knees and looked straight at the camera. She then went further and placed her fingers along her pussy opening.
“Now, this is just like your magazine photo,” she said, pleased with herself.
She didn’t leave her fingers in that position. I saw her fingers close in on her clit and rub into it in a circular motion. She did it quickly and then withdrew her hand. I was not supposed to have noticed that, I don’t think. She turned around with her butt high in the air and supported her body with her hands on the stairs.
“What next?” she asked.
“Can I get a few more like before, with your knees parted?” I suggested.
She turned back into that pose and again took the opportunity to have a quick rub against her clit, but this time she could not stop an involuntary moan. I was lying back taking the pictures; She continued to rub this time. I could not take it anymore. Enough was enough. I put the camera down, stood on my knees near her. I pulled down my shorts and undies in one go and I put my grasped my bulging erection with my right hand and I just stroked its length rapidly up and down.
Jenny motioned for me to come in closer to her as she sat on the floor with her knees wide open. She welcomed my advances getting onto her knees as we negotiated a new position which was her on all fours leaning forward like in a yoga position with her butt pointed up as I leaned in between her legs and faced upright as I positioned my face under her pussy in 69 position with her.
She took my cock in her hand and then put it straight into her mouth as she twisted my scrotum. She was fierce and like a high performing piston went up and down on my shaft, softening her lips and hardening them as she moved up and down. I was moaning like there was no tomorrow.
I took my hands and held these luscious butt cheeks as I sucked her swollen clitoris up and down its length and then nibbled at its ends like when you are sucking a strawberry out of a straw and its stuck inside but you keep up the sucking pressure to liberate it from the straw. I twisted my tongue and pushed it into her wetness. It was good to finally taste her juices. Her pussy was hot and tasted bitter-sweet. I pushed my tongue as deep as it could go, pushing out against her vaginal flesh, exploring deep within, looking for that g spot. She shook as she lifted her mouth off my cock and let out a scream of pleasure. She was enjoying an intense orgasm.
I continued to suck as she arched her spine backwards rotating her hips in small movements pushing it against and away from my mouth. I felt a rush of warm juice run out of her pussy and down my chin. She must have ejaculated. I removed my tongue from within her.I was close to orgasm myself as she continually stroked my erection, speeding up the rhythm.
Jenny surprised me and inserted a finger up my anal hole and stroked around my inner g spot. This was a first for me, new unexplored territory and was quite an amazing experience. It was like she was pulling the spring inside my balls even tighter and tighter, coiling it around itself. Her probing finger was quite deep inside me when I felt the rising tidal wave ready to crash. It was like a collision from two sides, the intensity of my cock colliding with my contracting inner perineum muscles from my prostrate being stimulated.
My balls tightened, and tensed up even more. My prostrate reached a peak like a tightly wound up spring. My perineum tightened into a tense ball of nerves as I sucked it in. She pushed her finger in a little deeper as she pulled just the top of my cock head really hard in between her thumb and ring finger.
My butt muscles tightened around her finger and I too let out a deep groan, as my breath was taken away, and then there was this moment of silent pause, followed by the my cock pulsating involuntarily, throbbing and shooting a stream of cum out followed by a convulsion of successive waves, my cock gyrating in sudden jumpy movements, my balls hanging low as more stringy, creamy sperm shot out again, spurting high into the air, landing everywhere. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I gasped and let out a deep moan and sustained groan. I had not cum so much since I was a young teenager. It was an experience of pleasure felt throughout every limb.
My cock settled down and I zoned back into reality. I saw pools of cum on the floor, so much of it I could smell it. We unfolded from each other and for the first time we hugged each other and French kissed. My cum was all over her stomach, on her breasts and even in her long hair.
This was the end of David’s story.
I had my eyes glued to the screen reading it. I was hot and sweaty and now very aroused. I had not realized that my right hand was between my parted legs and that my index finger was pushing in against the hose and panties, trying to penetrate into my now-soaked pussy. I needed to touch myself.
There was nobody else in the business centre so I pulled my high heels off ands removed my hose and panties and scrunched them up and put them in my laptop bag as I touched myself while writing a reply to David.
“Dear David, this story is amazing. Is it true or fantasy? I look forward to the dress up party. Better go now. Cheers, Rach Xxx p.s., do you really take photos? If so, put my name on the list to have my portfolio taken.”
I hit send and then regretted the p.s. I had just written. I think I was a bit forward.
I continued masturbating until I felt that release. I returned my sticky fingers to the mouse to close down my hotmail and ensure nobody else who came onto this computer would see any of this.
I closed the door of the business centre and then walked past the fitness centre to the lift. I saw a sign for a sauna. I was so horny I let myself venture a little. I went into the change room and stripped out of my work clothes, put a small white towel around me which barely reached from my tits to my bottom, and I went into the sauna. I sat on the upper bench as I again masturbated with my two fingers inserted into my wet pussy as I built up a sweat from the hot air around me.
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This story continues with episode 2 – “Couple Play In Hotel Sauna”
