Elevator dings at the airport hotel. I drag my roller suitcase down the carpeted corridor, Alain hauling his duffel. Keycard beeps unlock our room. Planes rumble outside, runways lit like veins. Lounge calls for a drink. Olivia’s there, pouring tea on low table, cracking a beer. Strangers in transit, but her dark eyes hook me. Three days since wild first party she spills about. ‘One guy fucked me,’ she laughs. I blush, slanted eyes narrowing over my cup. ‘Two did me. Sucked three cocks at least.’ My Asian cheeks burn pivoine red. She teases which honored me. Not Alain. I nod it was good, shy smile. ‘I asked, hand in panties.’ She strokes my cheek. ‘Me too. Think your hairy hubby was one.’ Jealousy stings. Alain fucked her? Her nose points sharp. ‘Game’s harmless fun.’ Girl kissed me in dark, pointy nose. ‘Me?’ She leans, lips brush mine. Tongues tease, slow. Hands under blouse, unhooks bra, palms my huge tits soft. Kiss deepens, perfume matches, nose on cheek. Fingers trace slit over panties, press clit. I gasp, pull back. ‘No.’ But she smiles, withdraws. Heart pounds. ‘Show tits, I’ll show mine.’ Blouse off, folded neat beside suitcase. Her lacy pink bra drops, perfect golden melons, black nipples hard. I uncover mine, tiny areolas. She caresses, weighs, sucks nipples. Fingers dive under skirt, into wet pussy. ‘Olivia… no.’ She kisses, fingers dance inside. I break free, dress hasty. Shame mixes thrill. ‘Help draft invite?’ Dress code: short tight dresses, partner picks undies. Vote lights or dark. Tomorrow’s game. My flight after.
Suite floor thick carpet, candles flicker, runway lights glow through blinds. Eight of us circle, tailleur legs. My stretch dress hugs curves, no panties per Alain. Olivia rolls dice: 2-3. Bottle spins, points me. ‘Last anal?’ ‘Never!’ Laughter erupts. Alain squirms. Olivia offers gel tips. Dice my turn: double 4s. Bottle on Alain. ‘Kiss girl not your wife.’ He picks Sylvie, deep tongue. I kiss her man Laurent, sensual melt. Dice roll on. Double 6: special. ‘Girls bare tits, guys cocks. Touch free.’ Up we stand. Olivia frees Stephen’s long blonde shaft, drops dress top. Suraya yanks Souleymane’s veiny black monster, implants gleam. Sylvie dainty freckled pair. I reluctant, tits bounce free. Alain’s donkey cock throbs, Suraya strokes. Stephen palms mine, cock brushes belly. Alain grinds ass from back, lifts tits, cock parts cheeks. Fingers clit, I grab Stephen’s rod. Chaos halts. Guys circle head-in, dark. Music pulses. Grip thick cock, jerk slow firm. Fingers probe no-panty pussy, finger-fuck wet. Lick salty glans. Switch: smaller, kiss Laurent, tits to mouth, straddle, impale moaning. Ride hard. Clap. Next: Alain, suck cum-slick cock, ride, his finger anus. Almost cum. Last: Stephen, deep thrust, nipple pinch, orgasm crashes, pussy clenches his length. Whispers, moans. Lights up. Olivia half-naked, shaved slit pouting. Vote: Croix wins kitchen minutes.
The Layover
Dark kitchen. Laurent first, table fuck slow deep. Souleymane next, huge cock nearly pops, ride waves. Stephen rims ass, tongue probes, cock nudges virgin ring. Almost. Alain last, furious pump. ‘Just game.’ I yield, cum hard. Back to circle. Dawn nears. Keycards dropped front desk. Plane boards. Body aches sweet, pussy throbs memories. Anonymity gone, but thrill lingers over clouds.