My flight delayed in Verona. Grabbed my roller suitcase, scanned the airport lounge. Dim lights, booze flowing, suits loosening ties. Overheard whispers: Capulet bash at the transit hotel next door. Epic orgy, masks optional, no strings. Friends Mercutio and Benvolio grinned. ‘Come on, Romeo, shake that heartbreak jetlag.’ I was moping over some ex, cock heavy like lead. But anonymity hit hard—nobody knows me here, wheels up tomorrow. Snagged condoms from a vending machine, keycard buzzed me into the sleek hotel elevator. Corridor hummed with moans already. Slid into the Capulet suite party, bodies grinding, air thick with lube and sweat. Old Capulet slapped backs, yelling welcomes, pussies dripping for fresh meat. Spotted her—Juliet, hand stroking a guy’s shaft like a pro. Snow-white dove amid horny crows. My dick twitched alive for the first time that night.
Mercutio shoved me forward. ‘Borrow Priapus’ stiffness!’ Tybalt snarled nearby, recognizing my Montague ink tat under the mask. Uncle Capulet shut him down—’Courteous fucker, let him play.’ I approached her, heart pounding like runway engines. Fingered her thigh lightly. ‘If I profaned this holy shrine with my rough hand, let lips do what hands do—pray.’ She smirked, ‘Saints have asses for pilgrims’ cocks too.’ Pushed her against the wall, kissed down her neck, skirt hiked. Dropped to knees, licked her wet slit slow, tongue circling clit. She gasped, ‘Hmmm, more!’ Sucked her folds, tasting sweet tang, her hips bucking. Nurse yanked her away—’Your mom’s calling, slut.’ But eyes locked, promise of more.
The Layover
Nurse spilled: ‘That’s Lady Capulet’s girl, ripe for Paris’ monster dick.’ Paris flexed nearby, bulge obscene. Mom pitched him: ‘Finest cock in Verona, fuck him tonight.’ Juliet shrugged, ‘I’ll suck if it loves back.’ Party raged—valets wiping cum, guests bare-assed humping. I pulled her to a side room, door clicking shut, city lights flickering outside. Ripped panties off, bent her over the bed. My cock plunged deep, raw urgency, her pussy gripping like velvet vice. Fucked hard, balls slapping, her moans echoing corridor noise. Flipped her, tits bouncing, rode missionary, sucking nipples while she clawed my back. ‘Enemy cock feels best,’ she whispered later. Nurse banged door: ‘He’s Romeo Montague!’ Families beefing, but flight loomed. Came buckets inside her, pulling out for the facial finish. Collapsed sweaty, cityscape glowing.
Dawn broke, alarm buzzed. She begged stay, but suitcase called. Keycard dropped at desk, elevator whirred down. Tasted her on my lips walking runways. Montague-Capulet drama? Fuck it—one-night blaze. Boarded plane, grin lingering, anonymous thrill fueling takeoff. Best layover ever.