The Best Date, Bar None: Redux

Despite his approaching fatigue, Steve was not yet ready to give in. He took the last few moments of consciousness to drink in the sight of Diana's flawless body beside him and to appreciate the sensation of that body where it was pressed to his.

Finally, aware that it was now almost 3.00am and with his softened and spent penis nestled in the cleavage of Diana's buttocks, Steve closed his eyes and joined Diana in a calm, restful sleep.

Seven hours or so later, Steve could feel friction in his groin. The events of last night replayed themselves in Steve's mind and he became more aware that not only was his cock engorging itself with blood to resume its full potency but that it was once more cocooned within Diana's peachy cheeks and once more, Diana was rocking her hips to rub her appreciation of Steve's attention.

Steve kissed Diana's neck, his fingers pulling her hair aside to expose it. "Good morning beautiful. That's quite the most delightful way to wake up that you're doing there."

"Mmmmm, I'm glad you're up," they both smiled at the double meaning of her words, "and you're welcome. That was quite something last night. I hope that you don't think that I allow myself to be picked up and fucked by men every night of the week." Her chuckle was infectious and Steve couldn't help but join in. "Fear not maiden, your honour is never in question. And likewise, I trust that you do not think this knight takes a different damsel each night."

Once more Diana chuckled but then that turned into a sigh, which became a soft moan as she could feel the pre cum at Steve's tip smearing and lubricating along her buttocks. "Mmmmm. That said, I am so horny this morning that I hope that you haven't got any intention of taking that cock of yours away from me anytime soon. In fact, you've got me so worked up already that if you can get it wetter you can stick it back up my arse. But this time, I don't want you pulling out until you cum. You make me want to be soooo filthy. I want to feel your cock inside my bum when you unload. Can you do that for me? Do you want to spray your cum up my backside?"

"Ohhhh God. You are a dirty bitch. Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes! Let me fill your arse up. Come on Diana." No longer needing speak, their bodies followed their own needs. Diana bent further forward, away from Steve whilst keeping her buttocks pressed tight to Steve's groin. She rubbed herself again, as she had last night. Her fingers spread her swollen lips open so that both her clitoris and inner labia were exposed to the fingers of her other hand. Diana was so wet already that it took no time at all of these ministrations to have her heart pumping and her desires boiling.

During this time, Steve speeded up the lubrication of his manhood by spitting into his hand and rubbing the tip along Diana's pussy. Once satisfied that he was slippery enough, he replaced that tip to the crinkled rosebud of Diana's anus. The first shove pushed the head of his penis past her sphincter. Each subsequent shove embedded his length deeper into Diana's bowels.

Steve gripped Diana's hips and thrust back and forth. This coupled with Diana's own actions and state of arousal forced another climax from her. Diana shuddered and shook, almost appearing to convulse as her body twitched in rapture.

"Oh God! Now THAT is the way to wake up. What are you doing tomorrow morning, and every other morning after that? That feels soooo good." The convulsions evolved into undulations as Diana rocked her hips back and forth. On one such undulation, Steve pushed Diana's hip away and followed her as he rolled her onto her front, remaining ensheathed within her.

As a result, Diana was now flat on her stomach with her forearms and shoulders pressed to the sheets. She started to move up into the classic 'doggy' position but Steve pushed her back down, asserting himself over her. If Diana were on her back, you could call this the 'missionary' position but only Steve was correctly adopting that role, resting his groin on Diana's backside, his hands supporting his weight with his arms extended.

"Oh yes. This is new. I've never been fucked like this before. But I definitely like it. I can feel you so deep inside me. Soooo deep. Soooo full. Ohhhh God yes. Keep fucking me like that. Blow your load inside me and fill me with your cum. Oh God. Oh fuck!!"

Steve pumped his hips with increasing pace and intensity. A sheen of sweat now clung to his back and shoulders, his heart thumped in his chest, he could hear the blood pound in his ears. World around him shrunk to the size of his field of vision. There was nothing else in the world beyond this bed in this hotel room. And still the world shrank, smaller still until it was no more than their enmeshed bodies. And still the world shrank, smaller still. Steve's vision blurred and faded. He could see nothing now. His whole world was now the feeling of imminent ejaculation.

And then it came. Every fibre in his being. Every ounce of his essence now poured forth from his balls and into Diana's ass. He could feel his shaft swelling as it discharged its load, which with no further to go inside her, Steve's sperm coated his penis and eased the lubrication of his fucking.

"Oh my fucking God! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! You did it. You came in my ass. You filled me with your cum, you fucking bastard. Oh my God you fucking fucking bastard. Oh Jesus, that feels good. I can feel your cum running out of me. So hot. Oh God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Steve only heard half of Diana's words. The room slowly came back into view and the world got back to original size, gradually and for a moment he thought that it also got brighter. He still couldn't speak. He rolled away and lay on his back. He didn't yet trust himself to reply or trust his limbs to work if he sat up.

Diana spun around and onto her back, sitting up in the process to rest on the headboard. "Awww, have we broken your lance, my gallant knight? Are you in need of refreshment sire?" Without waiting for a reply, Diana took a bottle of water from the side table and passed it to Steve's clasping hand. "Here big fellah. You earned it. And I think that we earned ourselves breakfast. I presume it's ok to order room service. I'm hardly dressed for the buffet bar. Can you get that sorted while I use your bathroom? I got a leak that needs to be plugged"

Steve weakly signalled his agreement to the plan. He took a few sips and then sat up. Steve dialled reception and ordered coffee, orange juice, two rounds each of bacon and sausage rolls and two fruit platters. Diana was right. They had earned a good breakfast. He closed his eyes again briefly and took an inventory of his weary body. He concluded that there was no permanent damage done as he heard the shower being switched on. And then Diana's voice came through, "Hey Sir Galahad!! Wanna soap my back?"

With Pavlovian predictability, Steve was a moth to the flame. He stood and closed the short distance to the bathroom door quickly. He knocked once on the door frame. "You summoned me, milady?"

Diana sniggered at a joke not yet said, "Come in sire. Although you've already done your share of cumming in me already. There's room in here for two and I'm not done with getting my fill of you yet. And yes, that was another double entendre."

Steve stepped in and there was a light mist of steam already. Diana had pulled the flimsy plastic curtain around the bath to save the shower spray from drenching the floor. The thought went briefly through Steve's mind that not enough of the hotels that he stayed in had wet rooms. There was something indulgent about not caring where the water or anything else went, safe in the knowledge that it would all run away with no harm done.

Diana's shape was just about visible behind the curtain as she stood beneath the shower jets and once more Steve admired its exquisite form. Fit and trim without being skinny. Womanly curves without being ungainly. With barely suppressed eagerness, Steve pulled the curtain back and stepped into Diana's company.

Diana picked up a bottle of hotel shower gel and poured half of it over her breasts and stomach. Then she took Steve's hands and placed them on her slick, soaped, slippery flesh. He needed no further instruction and rubbed more gently than last night. In no time, he had created a lather. Getting himself into a lather at the same time. The more that he rubbed Diana's wet, yielding body, the more his erection grew until it was insistently prodding and knocking against Diana's hip.

Diana arched an eyebrow and sat down on the bath's edge. This brought Steve's penis level with her soaped up breasts. She didn't shift her gaze, which was locked onto Steve's eyes as she held those breasts closer until they smothered Steve's cock. This caused him to groan again as once more he felt the exquisite attentions of Diana's body pleasuring his manhood. He rested one hand on the tiled wall behind Diana's head and the other on her shoulder as he tried to steady himself.

Once more Steve surrendered himself to being rubbed off by Diana. Not that he had much choice in the matter. Her arms were wrapped around his backside, her upper arms pressing her breasts together to form a heavenly tit flesh sandwich with his cock as the filling.

Diana was tempted to pursue this particular endeavour to its natural conclusion until she realised that of all the times that Steve had ... reached a conclusion, none of them had been in her vagina. She knew that he had boasted of doing so as she stood helpless against the bedroom window to prevent it. But in the end, well he hadn't put it in her end. He had cum all over her back instead.

With a glint of purpose in her eye, Diana stood up, releasing Steve's cock from her soapy embrace. She passed him what was left of the hotel shower gel and turned to face the tiled walls. "I think it's time for you to fuck my fanny Steve. You've cum everywhere else. Now I need to feel you fill my womb with your seed. It's a fucking shame that I'm safe and on birth control 'cos right now I just want you to knock me up. Come on, ease this damsel's distress and fuck me."

Steve took the shower gel and sprayed it across Diana's back and buttocks. Once more he spread and lathered Diana's wet flesh, soaping and caressing her flawless skin. Diana for her part stepped her feet apart to give her a firmer footing, turning as she did to face the wall.

Diana rested her arms and shoulders against the cold tiles, her breath was taken away by the contrast of the cold ceramic, hot shower and her overheating body. Her skin goose fleshed in response, which was quickly smoothed as Steve continued to rub her back.

As his enjoyment of the situation grew, so did Steve's erection and he focussed on Diana's buttocks. He was soaping and spreading her cheeks and rubbing his manhood between them. Diana rolled her hips and rocked up and down against him.

Their mutual pleasuring was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door and room service announced the arrival of their breakfast.

Taking a perverse enjoyment from the delay because it postponed the climax and made the moments together last longer, Steve quickly got out of the shower to admit the porter, wrapping a towel around his waist to cover if not conceal his throbbing erection. Once the trays were set down and the porter had left, Steve dropped his towel and returned to Diana's side. Or more precisely, he returned to her rear.

"Now. Where was I?" He quickly drenched his body under the shower jets and lathered up his hands before gripping Diana's ass cheeks. "I'm pretty sure that you were about to carry on fucking my brains out. You need to take that steel rod I can feel at my butt and ram it up my pussy. I need you now Steve, please fuck me."

With no cause to disagree, Steve gripped his cock in one hand and one of Diana's ass cheeks in the other. Diana stood up on tiptoe as Steve pulled her cheek aside and pressed his throbbing member into the slick channel formed by Diana's thighs and cleft of her buttocks.

"Oh God! Yes. Thank you." Diana moaned her appreciation and shifted her hips so as to make the alignments complete. She felt Steve's mushroom tipped cockhead press against her swollen pussy and then it demanded admission. Diana yielded and felt every ridge, vein, pulse and inch of Steve's length and girth.

Diana's shoulders and breasts remained pressed to the wall as she lowered her hips to press her butt back against Steve's groin. For his part, Steve now gripped Diana's hips and quickly established a pace of thrusting that caused the familiar lovers' slap of flesh on flesh.

Diana pressed her cheek and one shoulder to the tiles as she allowed one hand to stroke her stomach and then stray lower. Her fingers found her clitoris and she started to play her own tune. Diana could feel Steve's cock sawing in and out beneath those fingers and she knew that her next orgasm was equally close. Her panting and moaning, as well as the quivering of her vaginal muscles relayed this to Steve. Knowing he was also close, he focussed on the holy grail of love making. The mutual climax. He had achieved it a few times and there was nothing to describe the feeling of ejaculating into a partner's spasming pussy.

It was his turn to pant, "Are you close Diana? Are you gonna cum for me? I want to cum now but I want to cum with you. Are you ready? Can you feel my cock getting ready to knock you up?"

This pushed Diana over the edge and she drowned in the feelings of ecstasy that washed over her as she felt Steve pump his potent seed deep into her, right up to her cervix. As her pussy clamped down on Steve's cock, she felt it spewing out and throbbing and swelling inside her.

"Oh wow. Oh fucking wow. Oh my God! You did it again you fucking bastard. You've filled me up at last and made me cum again. That's it. I am done. It's gonna take days to recover now.

Steve withdrew his spent shaft and kissed the back of Diana's neck. "You're very welcome. Likewise, I am knackered. Time for breakfast, I think." Once again, Steve stepped out of the shower first and held a towel open for Diana to step into and get wrapped within. He rubbed her down gently but quickly, allowing her to pinch the towel closed above her bust on her own.

Diana squeezed past Steve on her way out of the bathroom, her towel clad backside rubbing across the front of his groin. Despite being 'knackered', Steve's body reacted fully with blood surging to fill his cock again and causing him to groan. And as quick as it had taken to bring him to erect fullness again, Diana was gone and he was left on his own in the middle of the bathroom.

With a shrug and a sigh, Steve picked up another towel and wrapped it around his waist. He stepped into the bedroom to join Diana. Already she had cleared space on the small table and set two places, each with coffee and juice, with a pile of food between them.

They sat down and tucked into breakfast, restoring their energies from the night before. Steve flicked some music on from his phone and as they had done in the restaurant the night before, they chatted easily about all sorts of topics. There were no awkward silences and they seemed to have a lot in common with their tastes in music, films and TV. They both also shared a love of live music and theatre, including musicals.

Once satiated, they continued their small talk in the bathroom, both cleaning their teeth. Diana made use of the complimentary toothbrush as well as a few other items before brushing her hair and re-applying her make-up. She had no option other than to wear last night's clothes so resolved to minimise her walk of shame by taking a detour into the shopping centre for some new clothes and underwear before making her way home.

Steve was ready first and chose to lie back on the bed and watch Diana as she finished dressing, re-living in his mind's eye his first glimpse of each inch of Diana's body from the night before as it was covered up this morning.

"Well, mister. I told you that I don't make a habit of getting picked up for one night stands and jumping into bed with complete strangers but that was a LOT of fun. It'll be back to the gym for me later on to stretch out and pull my body back into shape. Otherwise it'll take me days before I can walk straight again. It's a shame you're not from around here, I'd really like to see you again."

Steve smiled at Diana's plea and at the news that he was about to share, "I'll have to make do with a swim in the hotel pool to try and put my body back together." he said stepping up behind her as she faced herself in the bedroom mirror. He circled his arms around her waist. "And didn't I tell you last night? I've been in Manchester for an interview yesterday where I was offered a job. So I'll be moving up here in the next few months. Here's my number, I hope we can keep in touch until then and eventually find a suitable way to celebrate my return when that happens."

And with that, Steve slipped his business card into Diana's cleavage, causing her to jump and then the news of Steve's impending return and the opportunities for repeat performances made her yelp and squeal like a schoolgirl. She spun around and hugged him tight to her chest and cheek.

"Oh, I can't wait. Definitely. DEFINITELY! I'll be around for your homecoming." Steve pulled her up until she was stood in his arms and kissed her long and deep, causing them both to moan and then at the point of surrendering to their desires again, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Check out in ten minutes sir. Are you ready to leave?"

They both groaned but then Steve called back that they would be gone in plenty of time. Diana looked up at him and pouted but then the lovers un-entwined and prepared to leave. Steve was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Before picking up her handbag, Diana grabbed a pen from the desk and Steve's left arm. Taking her time, she carefully wrote down her mobile number on the inside of his forearm.

"I know that you'll be travelling later but feel free to give me a call when you get back, you know. No pressure." And with that, Diana kissed him on the cheek and left.

Steve slumped back onto the chaise, somewhat taken aback by the abruptness of her departure. He watched her backside sway out of the room as she walked out, the door closing with a loud finality that today's fun and games were over. It was time to go back to reality.

Now he needed to check-out, pack his bags into his car, which was parked in the hotel car park, and take that swim. After that, he had a four or five hour drive back home and plans to put in motion for changing jobs and relocating. But first ...

Steve typed the number etched into his left arm into his mobile phone and then his message and pressed send.

Diana was in the lift of a local department store when her phone chirruped. She wasn't expecting any messages yet. Certainly nothing from Steve. In fact she was thumbing his business card and wishing that men didn't play the game of not getting in touch straight away. She was considering sending him a message herself but knew that this was against the rules of that game.

She opened her phone and read the message, "Hi Diana, it's Steve. You've been gone for only minutes and this knight is missing his damsel already. Forgive me for contacting you so soon but I wanted to make sure that I had your number down correctly. Have a great weekend. I'll be thinking of you. X X"