We have stayed before and will again at the luxury Carlos iV hotel in Prague. An elegant and smart place that suits us both and where we fit in with the clientele and the overall dignified and elegantly decorated luxury.
We had spent several hours in the subtly lit sauna and pool area. The spa is well equipped with suitably private, hidden recliners and pillars rising from the pool behind which it was possible to hide from prying eyes. That late afternoon we drifted in the pool for a while, occasionally allowing each other a quick and discrete fondle. Charlotte wore a tight-fitting costume with a high crotch that just covered her pretty pussy.
There were a few people in the sauna behind us and a man and woman on a recliner but otherwise, we were alone in the pool.
Facing her against the edge of the pool and continuing what to all observers would appear a normal conversation, I pulled Charlotte’s costume aside and casually inched my wet middle finger into the crack of her shaven pussy. She moaned gently and gave me a fixed gaze, knowing what was about to happen between us. Another exciting opportunity to misbehave in public. Our favorite activity while on holiday throughout Europe.
Still in conversation, I moved my middle finger in and out very slowly as her eyes glistened with controlled pleasure. From above the water,r nobody could easily tell what was going on. We kept movement to a bare minimum. It was Charlotte’s turn to start the fun. Being so close to other couples around us only added to the erotic environment we both felt ourselves in.
Charlotte placed one slim-fingered hand innocently on my shoulder and with her other slipped down into my trunks and stroked my cock to a fine, upstanding erection. Both of us were filled with controlled lust. We were well practiced at this kind of just hidden-from-view naughty display. We often masturbated in public places, the more likely to be seen the more erotically satisfying to us both.
My cock was now throbbing. Charlotte’s gentle hand movements lubricated by the warm water had made it jump out of my trunks and almost pop out of the surface. I had pulled Charlotte’s costume completely to one side now and had two fingers moving slowly and in unison, the warm pool water mixing with her cunt juice.
I happened to gaze up from Charlotte’s ecstatic face, her lips apart in anticipation. The man on the recliner, his eyes fixed on mine, had his hand under his towel clearly masturbating out of sight. Next to him, his wife lay slumbering and unaware. I hesitated. Charlotte reacted immediately.
‘You can’t stop.’
‘We are not completely alone.’ I turned her round to face the man.
The three of us stared at each other. He gave a thumbs-up gesture which made us smile and then a tip of his head suggesting please carry on.
He moved his towel to one side of his lap revealing a massive and elegantly curved cock which he took in his right hand. Opening his thighs, he squirted some lotion from a bottle on the table next to him and started rubbing his lubricated cock up and down, his teeth clenched in controlled excitement.
Charlotte and I watched with a grin on our faces. Charlotte gave him a cheeky thumbs up and licked her lips naughtily as we both moved over to one of the pillars in the pool within sight of where he was sitting and raised ourselves out of the water onto the pool’s edge.
I pushed Charlotte up against the pillar as she pulled down her costume to reveal her firm tits and flat belly. My hand went back to her pussy and started masturbating her, my fingers sliding into her shaven slit quickly now as Charlotte fixed the man with a gaze that was driving him mad.
She took my engorged penis from my trunks and ran her long fingers up and down the shaft as I continued to play inside her dripping cunt, all the while we fixed the man with our gaze. It was too much for him. We saw as he came, quietly, a jet of spunk flying over his stomach. We were both seconds behind before we climaxed, my cum spilling onto Charlotte’s slim hand, oozing over her wedding ring.
The man closed his eyes and pulled the towel over his lap as Charlotte and I took the long way round the pool to find the exit.
We reached the hotel lift.
‘Fun’. Exclaimed Charlotte, pulling aside her bathrobe to reveal her still glistening wet body squeezed into her costume.
‘Let’s carry on. I wonder what we might find on the top floor.’
With that, she pressed the button for the top floor of the hotel and as the lift rose, she stepped out of her costume and folded it over her arms before letting the robe hang loosely around her.
The elegant and well-lit corridor was empty. Walking down it she flashed her naked body, pulling open the robe and cleverly avoiding the CCTV cameras as she swerved from corner to corner. She pushed herself into a doorway, opened her robe fully and spread her legs wide exposing herself to me. I noticed a service room opposite, the door was ajar. The chambermaid must have forgotten to lock it.
We walked in. It smelt clean and warm. All around us shelves of toweling, bottles of creams, shampoos and water. And in a basket by the far end, small bottles of spirits and wines destined for the minibars.
We stumbled over to the basket and I greedily opened two bottles of white wine. We drank from the bottle. letting the juice flow down our chins, not caring.
Charlotte pulled down my swim shorts and shrugging off her bathrobe dropped to her knees to take my sleepy cock into her mouth and bring it to erection. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed myself in between her pouting lips, feeling her tongue glide over me. She licked down my growing shaft to my balls, taking them into her mouth and wrapping her lips around my groin.
My swollen penis pushed into her wet mouth and she gagged momentarily. then stood up and grabbed a bottle of the bathroom body cream on the shelf behind her. She twisted the cap open, pouring the cream onto her hands and then her legs and body. Massaging herself all over with the cream, finding her pussy, spreading her legs open and pushing her fingers into her cunt.
Charlotte was now ready. With her other hand she grabbed my erect cock and poured the rest of the cream onto its shaft. She leaned back against a wooden shelf, her knees separated to open her swollen and moist cunt and she slipped my cock into her warm wetness, the cream lubricating my sticky strokes.
The door opened suddenly and just before I climaxed. We should have bolted it. We both slunk back, naked, into the shadows of the narrow room, pausing our action, breathing heavily, my cock slowly recovering.
A uniformed housekeeping girl entered pushing a low trolley and started to stack it up with items from the shelves around her. She was young. Looked like in her 20’s. A local girl probably, cropped-haired and with a petite figure under her uniform, a crisp white blouse with a short blue apron and skirt worn with black pump shoes that made her appear very small.
I noticed she had trouble reaching for the towels on the shelf, stretching up, her blouse tightening against her pert little breasts and pulling itself from the waistband of her skirt to reveal a slim and lightly bronzed tummy. She undid and took off her apron and then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse in an effort to stop the discomfort of the stretching fabric. revealing a white lace-trimmed bra.
Charlotte had noticed everything and smiled up at me raising her eyebrows in a conspiratorial way. I could sense she had a plan and that all I had to do was play along with it.
We watched from the shadows as the girl now bent over to stack the items from the shelves onto her trolley, The skirt taut on her hips and rising up to show off her small, neat ass. In her mind she was alone and so cared not about the loose blouse nor the rising skirt. that revealed her slim, naked legs.
Charlotte, pushed my shorts to the floor to join her discarded bathrobe, took my hand and pushed out from the darkened corner of the room with me in tow.
‘Oh dear, I’m so sorry. My husband and I should not be here, I know’.
The girl looked at us both, her eyes down to our naked genitals, momentarily startled. Her hand to her mouth, a mixture of astonishment and amusement on her face, unsure how to react.
‘Oh dear.’ Repeated Charlotte with a broad smile, still clutching my hand in hers.
Together we pushed forwards towards the girl. Charlotte placed her free hand on the girl’s shoulder and smiled. A smile the girl returned.
She was perhaps not so startled after all. Perhaps enjoying this chance encounter and what it might lead to.
Charlotte let go of my hand and moved it to trace a line over the girls face and down her neck, past the undone buttons of her blouse and down to the top of her small breasts. She undid the third button, then the fourth all the while fixing the girl with a gaze.
Charlotte pulled the blouse from the skirt and opened it up to reveal the lace trimmed bra. Bending forwards, her hands went to unclasp it from the back as she bowed down to the girl and brushed her mouth to the girl’s cheek. Now the girl stood just in her tiny panties and skirt.
Charlotte kept her head downwards and took a pert nipple to her lips and let the saliva from her open mouth ooze over it, as the girl arched her back slightly. With experienced hands, Charlotte undid the clip on the girl’s skirt and it fell to the floor by her feet. Just panties now., quickly yanked down over her knees and down to the floor. Two nude bodies now facing each other. The lust on Charlotte’s face so very obvious as she ran her hands over the girl’s lithe body, touching their tits together.
I stood in silence, but starting to breath heavily and unable to control my growing erection which I took in my hand. The girl seemed oblivious to my presence, much more focused on Charlotte’s movements, her body so close, their mouths, their erect nipples touching, the wandering hands.
Charlotte could contain no longer. She took the girl’s hand and guided it onto her open pussy, holding a finger and pushing it into her naked slit. The girl reciprocated taking Charlotte’s hand and guiding it downwards to the soft down on her young cunt.
My erection was now huge and strong and I moved to one side of Charlotte and the girl to get a better view, rubbing myself but trying not to climax too soon. I could feel the cum rising.
The girls stood close together, legs apart, naked bodies touching, tongues licking mouths, pussies open, fingers probing. The girl raised a leg onto the shelf alongside her, opening up her pussy crack. Charlotte was quick to respond, moving herself forwards so that pussy met pussy, grinding the juices, rubbing themselves together. Scissoring. They moved as one, rocking their pelvis, pushing the cunts together, sliding in their cum juices. A shaven mature pussy against a young unshaven cunt.
I moved close to stand by them, my cock long and strong in my hand, the semen dribbling down the shaft.
The girl grabbed Charlotte’s hair and pulled her face into hers, mouths locking together, tongues swirling in shared saliva. The scissoring cunts moved sideways now, rubbing together with increasing speed as I put my cock between them. Their two pussy juices covered my shaft as I wanked myself onto the two cunts.
We came as one. My semen spurted across the two pretty little cunt slits by the side of my cock, covering both with a shower of cum.
Charlotte reached up and grabbed two clean and fresh robes and tossed one of them over to me as she slipped into hers.
‘Thank you.’ She kissed the girl and wiped some saliva off her chin.
‘You can visit our room 618 anytime’.
That evening we stopped for a pre-dinner drink in the hotel’s paneled Vault Bar. An elegant and cozy spot, complete with leather chairs and a curved cocktail bar.
Charlotte, dressed in her slinky red split sarong style dress, perched on a bar stool watching her drink being mixed by the bartender, her slender legs dangling down, her upper thigh faintly exposed, her feet resting on the brass rail of the high chair.
Her gaze and mine drifted to take in our surroundings.
There he was, seated in a leather chair facing us, his wife on the chair opposite. The man who had watched us earlier in the pool. The man who had seen us naked and had masturbated himself to a climax as we played with each other and spilled our cum just a few feet from him.
Careful not to make it apparent to his wife, he allowed a faint smile to cross his lips.
We smiled back and Charlotte, ever the tease, turned on her bar stool to face him, widened her legs and allowed the hem of her dress to rise, revealing her black stocking tops and the naked flesh of her upper thigh. Just inches from her shaven cunt.
The man took furtive glances while maintaining casual conversation with his wife. The barman placed our drinks in front of us and busied himself on the other side of the bar, oblivious to the show Charlotte was putting on.
She moved quickly, placing both hands on the hem of her dress, spreading her legs wide and easing up the dress over her thighs to expose the whole erotic beauty of her bare pussy.
The silk dress beautifully and perfectly framed her juicy cunt, now completely open to view. Provocatively she dipped a single slender finger, her wedding ring finger, in her newly mixed cocktail, brought it down to her crotch and let it slide along her pussy crack and into it’s warm folds, mixing the alcohol with her juice.
It was all over quickly. The man visibly reddened. My cock was rising. It was definitely time to go. I downed my cocktail.
‘Time, I think.’ I murmured.
Charlotte pouted in a childish way.
‘Do we have to?’
It had been a busy day. We left the man and his imagination and his memories. We were off to create new adventures and new memories for us both.
Who else might we make a part of our adventures in the future?