Rolled my suitcase into the airport hotel lobby. Layover in this coastal city. Tomorrow’s flight loomed. Anonymity hit hard – no one knew me. Keycard beeped at check-in. Elevator dinged open to lounge buzz. Sipped gin, met two couples: Eric and Caroline, Marc and Isabelle. New face here, they said. Isabelle glared – old grudge. Caroline devoured me with eyes. That night, her tongue discovered pussy pleasure on my hotel bed, runway lights flickering outside. Eric burst in, cock raging from peeking Isabelle masturbate, fingers deep in her slit.
Marc eyed Caroline’s ass, though Isabelle’s recent horniness filled him nightly.
The Stopover
Next morning, Caroline skipped lunch. ‘Need new lingerie,’ she said, bikini peeking under mini jean skirt, laced T-shirt hugging tits. Backpack slung, towel inside. Eric pocketed Marc’s spare keycard – forgotten return.
Bus stop meet. Me in red backless tee, yellow bikini ties, jean micro-shorts. Hand in hers, hopped fence to private cove. Sand hot, waves crashing. Unlaced her top, skirt dropped. Pink string barely covered her wet lips. ‘Gorgeous,’ I growled. She licked lips. My turn – tee off, shorts shimmied down. Yellow bikini screamed slut.
Stared, nipples hard. ‘Last in water’s a whore.’ Splashed in sun-warmed sea. I surfaced, slick, smoothed her blonde hair. ‘You’re my slut.’ Tongues tangled, cunts grinding underwater.
Towels out. Straddled her. ‘Sunscreen first, baby.’ She’d ditched top, tits perky. Cream slicked neck, shoulders, rolled over breasts – she moaned loud. Legs next, teasing inner thighs. ‘Rip off my bottom!’ Peeled wet string bikini aside. Fingers circled clit, plunged in. She screamed, came gushing. Sucked her juice off my finger. Three digits pumped pussy, thumb ass-probed. Explosive orgasm, body bucking.
Her turn? ‘Later. My room.’ Dressed, eyeing each other. Ten-minute walk, her soaked bikini chafed. ‘Can’t wait.’ Dark alley pull. Pinned to wall, hand up T-shirt pinching nipples, other under skirt fingering sloppy cunt. Humped her ass, thrusts syncing. She frigged too, came shuddering. Kissed deep.
Hotel room small, cozy. Runway view, plane roar vibrating walls. Shower first – her fingers fucked me to squirt. Naked to bed, three rounds: 69, scissoring, strap-on pounding pussy and ass. Corridor footsteps echoed, thrill of strangers.
She dragged home exhausted. Eric’d gone to Marc’s room. Keycard clicked – unlocked. Heard Isabelle moan, ‘Fuck my pussy, Marc.’ Found her doggy nude, ass high. She spotted him, flashed dripping slit. Hid behind curtain as Marc entered. Fucked her brutal, tits bouncing, eyes locked on hidden Eric. Post-cum, she jerked him off, hot load smeared on breasts.
The Transit
Night, Caroline rebuffed Eric’s finger. He wanked to stolen violet satin panties, visions of Isabelle, me tomorrow.
Monday conference wing. Slipped Eric’s office. Dark green suit, black tank low-cut. ‘Fingered all night thinking of you.’ Legs spread on desk, lace stockings flashed. Sucked cock deep, swallowed half-load on face, tits, mouth. ‘Room 26 later.’
Isabelle locked her bloc room, stripped to red lingerie. Rubbed tits, humped desk corner, fingered to screaming orgasm on floor.
Caroline perched Marc’s lap for file chat. Felt his hard-on, her string soaked from his thigh hand.
Room 26: dusty chairs stacked, desk cleared. Kissed feral. Fingers clit-teased. Topless, tits sucked. Bent over, skirt up, no panties – rammed pussy, then ass. She begged, ‘Harder, pig!’ Tit-fucked next, cum shower. Ate her out post, then missionary pound, creampie finish.
Evening club party. Marc fought Isabelle – she skipped over me. Caroline/Eric showered, fucked doggy twice, ass-banged at mirror. He nutted in violet slip secret.
Club pulsed low midweek. Stopover peak – tomorrow’s flight, memories burned. Keycard drop soon, suitcase packed. Pure carnal escape.