Jet-lagged from my business hop, I forget my phone at the office. Over an hour’s cab from the airport, back at 8pm. Hotel lobby hums with suitcase wheels. Strapless dress hugs my tan, cleavage pops, heels click. Security guy stares, bulge obvious. I feel sexy, desired. Elevator dings, up to sixth-floor business suite. Empty floors echo, creepy shadows. Snag phone from desk. Voice nearby. Céline rummages. Curiosity pulls me. François sneaks up, grabs her huge tits. Shirt flaps open. Heavy, firm globes, wide brown areolas, stiff nipples. He kneads, pinches, yanks. Shoves her over desk. I freeze, film on phone. Skirt up, no panties. Round ass, shaved slit dripping. Zipper down, thick cock springs out. Slams in doggy. Wet slaps echo. She moans, grips desk. I squeeze my tits free, nipples hard. Hand dives under dress, fingers plunge wet pussy. Squat against wall, legs spread, fingering clit, watching his shaft piston her gash. She cums hard, he grunts seed inside. My orgasm hits, juices soak thighs. Scramble under desk. They pass kissing, his hand on her ass. Crude whispers: ‘Fuck, your cunt’s tight.’ Hotel corridor noises fade as I slip to room. Keycard beeps. City lights twinkle outside. Suitcase unzipped. Replay video. Stroke shaved mound watching his cock, her tits. Cum twice, craving them.
Next morning, office buzz. Céline late. Corner her at coffee machine. ‘Saw you fucked by François.’ She blushes. ‘Want you both tonight, my hotel room.’ Kiss her soft lips. She melts, nods. Text François edited clip: his pounding plus me nude, begging ‘Fuck us both.’ He returns phone smirking, pockets room number slip. ‘Nothing compromising,’ he winks.
The Layover
Céline buzzes first. Keycard swipe. Wine bottle clinks, she’s tense in sexy black dress, stockings, heels. I pour whites, compliment cleavage. Blue tight dress clings mine. Chat turns filthy. Her shaved pussy from bet, sensations hooked her. ‘Shave me?’ Bedroom. Dress off, thong drops. Legs wide on bedspread, suitcase nearby. Her soft hands cream lips, razor glides slow, fingers tease clit. Soaked. Door knock. François. Corridor voices hush. Drag him in, tongue him deep, then Céline. Music pulses. Dance sway, peel her straps. Tits bounce free. Thong barely covers. Grind her, finger wet slit through fabric. Knead heavy breasts, twist nips. She purrs. Guide to him. Titfucks his throbbing cock, balls on nipples. I kiss fierce, his fingers probe my fresh bare pussy. Electric on clit. Two digits fuck hole. I gasp. Double blowjob: tongues lick shaft, balls, swirl purple head. Precum laps. She mounts doggy on couch. I finger her sopping gash, ass. He licks my ass crack, tongue drills holes, fingers ram pussy. We cum screaming, city view blurs.
The Transit
He stacks us head-toe on coffee table. Licks swap cunts. Plunges my pussy, Céline sucks balls. Throat-fucks her, back to me. Fills condomless. She cleans drip. I deepthroat him hard. Strap-on from drawer. Peg her ass while she sucks. François lubes, rams my shithole. Triple stuffed, walls rub. I pound her, he reams me. ‘Fuck my ass!’ Orgasms chain. Switch: DP Céline, cock pussy, dildo ass. She howls, squirts. Final loads, cleaned tongues.
Dawn. Keycard at desk. Bellboy eyes rumpled dress. Runway lights wink. Plane boards soon. Bodies ache sweetly. One-night anonymity perfect. Back to skies.