A Naughty Evening with S

S had been texting me for some time about getting together again. He’d told me I looked lovely when we’d all bumped into each other in the park. I’d had offers from M as well, including wanting to take me away to Paris for the weekend, but that just wasn’t possible or practical and anyway I hadn’t met with S for some months, so . . .

We agreed to meet after work on Friday evening and spend a few hours together in a Holiday Inn near the airport that we’d stayed in before. (Neither of us could stay out all night and it was close enough for S to drive us home in the early hours without too much trouble). We met at the Tube station and went for a meal in the high street first. We talked for ages, catching-up on our family and work news. Then we walked to his car and drove the short distance to the hotel carpark. S had already checked-in earlier, so we took the lift straight up to the room. S was trying to find a suitable station on the radio whilst I undressed and started the shower. I’d just had a waxing during the week, but this time instead of just having my bikini line done and then trimming my pubes as short as I could, I’d had a full-wax, just leaving a thin “landing strip” as J called it. He’d loved it when I came home and showed him and as I’d had all the hair removed all the way round between my bum cheeks, I knew S would like it as well. The shower was one of those ones in the bath (I normally prefer a bath as I don’t like getting my hair wet when I’m with my lover, but this one was rather small) and I had my back to S as he got in to join me. He was soaping my back and boobs at first and didn’t notice my new look until he turned me round to start playing with me from the front. He gasped out loud when he saw it though, stepping back and pulling me away from the water to get a better look. “God, that’s fantastic!” I pulled him up to kiss him and told him to finish quickly and he could get a closer look in bed.

We dried each other with him dropping down on his knees to start licking at me as I stood in the bathroom. I led him to the bed and he was immediately pushing me backwards and opening my legs. He was telling me how wonderful it looked and sliding down to kiss and lick me with huge gasps. Normally he enjoys playing and sucking on my nipples first, but just like J had been, all he wanted was to lick and suck at my new fanny.

I was quite excited at how turned-on he was, and I was getting very aroused. I was lifting my bum up off the bed, letting him slide his tongue down to his favourite spot. He was gasping and sighing and kept saying “incredible, you’re just so incredible” over and over. I was getting quite carried away now, especially as he was now working his fingers and thumb around me. Then he lifted up to slide up and start kissing me and asked if he could take a picture of it with his phone. I instantly said “No you can’t”. J and I had always had this almost unspoken rule of “no unnecessary risks, and no pictures”. But S was pleading with me and saying things like “it would just be of your pussy, nothing else in the shot I promise”. I was already feeling really aroused and really naughty from his licking and playing and from his obvious excitement about my pussy . . . I suddenly heard myself saying, “well only of my pussy and you have to delete it if I don’t like it”. He was off the bed in a flash and returned with his phone and knelt down between my legs. He then lifted up to show me the screen. His phone is much newer than mine and I felt a little surge of excitement to see my pussy filling the screen. I turned over slightly on my side and posed for him again, opening my cheeks saying “wouldn’t you like this one better”. He was grinning and gasping all at once as he showed me the second shot. I said “you have to text them to me. You better not let anyone else be using your phone”.

He was really carried away now, and his fingers and tongue were getting me more and more turned on as well as I lay on my tummy lifting my hips up to meet his mouth and tongue. I’d never tried anal until S, and I just didn’t enjoy it at all when he first attempted to persuade me. It felt uncomfortable and painful. But over the months he gradually perservered and I slowly found I was able to relax. He told me he had some new gel this evening and I jumped with the surprise, and then tingling excitement, as I felt that first dribbling cold sensation as he wiped it between my cheeks. He can give me wonderful feelings with his fingers flicking and pinching my clit and then sliding in and out of my pussy. He lifted me up on my knees and I leant forward to grasp the head of the bed as I felt him behind me. I was groaning with excitement as he let me adjust myself and get over that initial feeling of discomfort. He is always gentle and slow and then when I feel him completely inside me he reaches round to help support me. We rock and push back and forwards against each other and it’s an indescribable feeling as his hands slide down in front of my hips and he starts to rub his fingers round and round my clit. I can feel and hear him kissing and groaning in my ear and then we both fall forward onto the bed collapsing and gasping at each other as he rolls off onto the bed beside me.

I’d normally doze off for a few mintues in a state of complete exhaustion but I’m suddenly conscious of a banging thumping sound. We both sit-up almost instantly and then to my shock and horror I realise the noise is someone banging on the wall from the next room. The noise suddenly stops but we can hear voices and though we can’t make-out exactly what they’re saying I can tell it is a man and a woman. S says he’s telling her to “shut-up and forget about it”. I pull the bedclothes around me in embarrassment as S is quietly laughing and saying “you were quite loud”. Though he was laughing, I was feeling scared and embarrassed and ashamed. I could remember J telling me on lots of occasions before that our neighbours must often have thought he was attacking me or something . . . But I’d never really thought of myself being that loud. I was saying “what if they complain to the manager or something”, but S was just chuckling and telling me not to worry and that it had gone quiet now anyway. We cuddled up together, whispering, whilst I strained to hear any sound at all from the next room. We lay for ages . . . I felt almost too scared to move . . . until S began to bring me round with jokes and suggestions that it was probably a couple arguing because the husband had been wanting his wife to give him the same excitement I’d been giving to S.

My embarrassment was beginning to turn to a sort of naughty excitement as S caressed and stroked me. He was playing with my nipples now and then sliding his fingers down to “my gorgeous pussy”. I’d pulled the pillow over onto my face, consciously trying to mask any noise I may be making as S had slid down between my legs again. His tongue was flicking all over my lips and clit and he was sliding his fingers into me. I couldn’t help myself and pulled the pillow away to half gasp, half whisper “how many”. His reply was “two, would you like more?” when I just felt myself shuddering again. The feeling was slightly spoilt by having to consciously remind myself to be quiet . . . and I rolled over onto my side, gently pushing his head away before curling up into a ball and asking him to “cuddle me”.

This time I did doze off only to be woken by his phone alarm beeping from the bedside cabinet. We were kissing and giggling as we dressed, and we both burst into quiet laughter again as we glanced down the corridor to the next room door as we walked past towards the lift. Being an airport Hotel there are always people leaving and arriving all through the night, so I didn’t feel self-conscious as we walked across the lobby, with S still laughing and joking as we got to the car.

It’s only a 20-minute drive home along the North Circular, and as S parked at the top of my road it was just after 1.30 in the morning. I’d said he could have dropped me just round the corner but he said that if he couldn’t pull-up right outside he at least wanted to make sure I got to my gate. We kissed our goodbyes and I thanked him for a lovely and fun night. As I got out of the car he said “I’ll text you your pictures” and I suddenly realised I’d have to tell J and that he’d probably be annoyed at my lapse.

He was waiting up, as he always does if he knows I’m coming home, though I could tell he’d fallen asleep on the sofa. He told me I looked “gorgeous” but said he was disappointed I wasn’t naked under my coat as I took it off and draped it over the armchair. I told him I could hardly walk across a hotel lobby, let alone be driven home along a busy main road, with nothing on beneath my coat. But I undressed for him as he poured me a glass of wine. J always loves to kiss me all over when I’ve just come home from being with S (as he doesn’t get the chance if I’ve spent an evening with M), he says he loves the look and taste of my pussy after “it’s been fucked”. He quickly smelt and tasted the gel though and stood up to squeeze me with delight as he asked “have you been bummed as well?”. I pulled him down onto the sofa and instead of having to go through the whole story of our evening from the very start as I normally would, I started to tell him about upsetting the couple in the next room. I’d only just started gently stroking his cock as I was telling him about the banging on the wall when he exploded with loud gasps of his own. “Oh, amazing, I wish I’d heard it!” He collapsed on top of me onto the sofa, shooting his come all over me and all over the floor.

By the time I’d cleaned up, and he’d recovered enough to insist I start my story all over again, it was another hour into the early hours of Saturday morning, and another come later J was too exhausted to be too annoyed about my lack of judgement in allowing S to take those pictures with his phone!!