Jet-lagged from my flight, I roll my suitcase into the anonymous transit hotel near Paris CDG. Beeping keycard unlocks my room, but first, that call from Teddy. My Antillean lover, skin like polished ebony, cock that ruins you. ‘Come over,’ he growls. Heart pounding, I book a RTT, tell work I’m sightseeing. Françoise, my brunette office buddy, catches my glow. ‘Lover?’ she grins. We spill: same guy, Teddy the gym god. Her divorce unleashed her slut side; she fucked him post-me. ‘Let’s surprise him,’ she purrs.
Dressed in that summer robe, no panties, pussy already slick. Françoise in floral dress, lace thong ditched in the elevator. We wheel our bags to his floor. Corridor hums with suitcase wheels, distant plane roars over the city view. Ding—elevator opens. We hit his door. Key turns. Teddy in shorts, bulge twitching, eyes wide at us two.
The Layover
‘Enter, sluts,’ he laughs, hands roaming. Fingers under skirts confirm: bare, dripping cunts. Françoise grinds his chest; I kiss him deep. Elevator memory flashes—her yanking panties, my thighs wet. Bags dumped, robes off. His boxer drops. That thick black cock springs free, veiny, nine inches hard. We kneel, tongues duel over the purple head.
His room overlooks runways, lights blinking. AC hums low. We drag him to bed, king-size with crisp white sheets.
Françoise spreads first. Teddy dives in, tongue lashing her shaved slit. She arches, fingers in his kinky hair. ‘Eat me!’ Wet slurps fill the air. I finger myself, blonde bush soaked. Her moans build—sharp gasps, then scream. She cums hard, thighs quake.
My turn. He flips me, dark hands on pale tits. Tongue plunges my folds, thumb circles clit. Françoise watches, fingering her cum-glazed pussy. Waves crash; I flood his mouth, screaming.
Reward time. We suck him tandem. My lips stretch around girth; Françoise tongues balls. He groans, hips buck. ‘Stop, gonna blow!’ We edge him, pussies aching.
The Transit
He mounts Françoise doggy. Cock slides in slow, her eyes roll. Balls slap wetly. She bucks back: ‘Fuck me deep!’ He pounds, her small tits jiggle. She cums twice, howling, pussy milking him. He unloads, cream pie oozing.
I straddle his softening dick. Grind slow. It swells inside me. Breasts mash his chest—pale on black, electric. I ride, clit grinding. Mirror shows me: tits bouncing, impaled. Françoise licks my ass. Orgasm rips—vaginal fire.
He flips me missionary, legs high. Piles in balls-deep. Uterus taps send shocks. Françoise sucks my clit. Double assault: I explode, squirting. He roars, pumps seed deep.
We collapse, sweat-slick. Corridor footsteps echo. Plane engines rumble outside.
Dawn breaks. Quick showers. I grab my keycard, beep it at desk. Bags zipped. Teddy kisses us: ‘Safe travels.’ Françoise hugs: ‘Our secret.’ Taxi to airport, pussy throbbing, cum leaking. Best layover ever. Back to life, but this memory fuels lonely nights.