Floor 13 Ch. 03: Reunion

"I really want to suck you off, but my pussy needs to feel you inside me." She bent over the balcony rail and looked back in anticipation. I stripped off slowly, wanting to savour the sight and commit it to memory.

As I lined up behind her, she snaked her hand between her legs to grab my dick. Placing me at her entrance and pressing back against me as I slipped inside. I couldn't remember the last time she'd been so wet, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

The last couple of years vanished as we fell into the steady rhythm of familiar lovers. Each knowing the others wants and needs. Whilst the sensations were familiar, the location wasn't. I'd never made love outside, and never so publicly.

Daphne's hands gripped the railing on the top of the balcony wall, but her upper torso was leaning over the edge. Anyone who looked up in our direction could not help to know what we were doing. And when she started moaning, it felt like she wanted that to happen. I was happy to remain in the shadows. But I wasn't about to give Daphne anything less than my 'A' game.

Gripping her hips tightly, I pounded away behind her, building up a sweat. The sounds of our flesh slapping together sounded very loud to me, but I wasn't about to slow down or stop with Daphne being so close. Her climax was quite spectacular, and she might have collapsed if my dick wasn't impaling her deeply.

She was trembling as I helped her stand upright and hung onto me like I was the last human being alive.

"Fuck Gyles, that was amazing. You must really work out, as that was intense."

"Not too hard?"

"No, it was perfect. Although I'm not sure my pussy will agree in the morning. Why don't we take a shower and head to bed?"

When I first entered my room's bathroom, I'd noted that the shower stall was extra-large, and I'd imagined sharing it with some hot babe. Now I didn't need to stretch my imagination as Daphne washed me all over. When she knelt in front of me and washed my still hard dick, it brought back memories of the times we'd been in this self-same position.

Her red hair hanging wet against her head, her gaze locked on my dick as she soaped it lovingly.

"I noticed you didn't cum. Is that because I said I wanted to suck you off?"

"Well..." I grinned and shrugged.

Daphne rolled her eyes, as if being put upon. But we both knew she loved to suck a dick. While we'd been together, she'd done it all the time. Sometimes even if she just got bored watching TV. Not necessarily to make me cum. Sometimes it was just to have it in her mouth.

Moments later, she'd washed off the soap and sank her lips over the head. As she sucked and worked the shaft with her hand, I knew this time she was out to get me to climax. And with all that practice from a few years ago, I knew I would not last long. Especially when I saw she was playing with herself at the same time.

Daphne had never been the deep throating type of girl. Instead, she kept her mouth and tongue working on the tip, and that worked for me. Swirling her tongue around the head whilst her lips were tightly around the glans. Bobbing her head at just the right pace to get me to cum.

After several minutes, she stops sucking, but not the wanking. "You don't have to hold out. I want you to cum for me."

She renewed her assault and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I told her I was about to cum and she hummed in pleasure. That took me over the top. Cumming hard into her mouth. Once I stopped, she pulled back and coughed.

"Sorry, that was more than I expected. Obviously, you're not feeding him enough pussy."

It tempted me to tell her she was the last person I'd slept with, but it sounded sad in my mind. Almost like I was looking for sympathy. Instead of replying, I helped her to her feet, and it was my turn to wash her.

Taking my time and exploring every inch of the skin I'd once known so well. Her breasts sagged a little from the recent sudden weight loss, but they still captured my attention and we both enjoyed the time I spent suckling on them. My fingers explored her pussy, but I couldn't go down on her in the shower.

After I dried us off, I carried her to the bed and laid her down. She lay back and opened her legs, knowing me well enough to know what I'd do next. As I kissed up her thighs, I couldn't help notice the difference. When we dated, she was meticulous about keeping her pubes neat, but I suppose if she had no privacy to masturbate, she'd have no privacy to shave.

Not that it bothered me at all. I went to work with my mouth and tongue. Add my nose to nuzzle her clit as I licked her opening. Kiss, lick, nuzzle and suck. By the time I introduced my fingers into the mix, I had her writhing in pleasure on the bed.

If this was building to her first climax, I'd have drawn it out to make her orgasm bigger. But I knew she hated that after her first climax. Instead, I built her up gradually and followed her body's clues to how close she was to her peak. Her second climax was quieter than the first and she clung onto me afterwards as the aftershocks wracked her body.

I excused myself a few minutes later to wash my face and hands, and came back to find Daphne already under the covers on the bed. Lying on her side and staring out onto the balcony. I closed the sliding door to the balcony, but she asked me to leave the curtains open so she could watch the night sky.

I slipped into bed and snuggled up behind her. She pushed her bum back against my crotch and my semi hard dick perked up at the soft flesh pressed against it. Then she pulled my hand around her to caress her tits. When my dick was fully hard, she reached between her legs and pressed the tip against her labia.

Rocking back and forth, she held it along her labia and the tip moved up as far as her clit and down towards her opening. Neither of us seemed in a hurry to do more, but eventually we misjudged and the tip engaged at her opening and my forward thrust pushed the tip inside.

Daphne let out a groan of pleasure and pressed a little harder against me, pushing me deeper. It was a slow, casual fuck. Neither of us wanted to rush it. However, as with every good thing, it ended. Eventually, Daphne admitted she was getting a little dry and sore down there and reluctantly we stopped.

She offered to finish me with her mouth again, but I was tired and I asked for a rain check. Agreeing and in mere moments; she was asleep. Her soft snore actually helped me get to sleep with its familiar cadence.

When I woke, I had a few seconds transitioning from having a confusing sex dream to realising someone was actually sucking my dick.

"About time sleepy head." She complained when she realised I was awake. "I've been awake for ages."

With nothing else said, she moved up to straddle me and expertly impaled herself on me. From her intense bouncing, I knew what she wanted. And brought my knees up so my feet could add leveraged to fuck back against her, whilst my hands captured her tits. Daphne's hands pressed mine harder against her tits in the old signal that she wanted it rough.

My hands manhandled her breasts, fingers and thumbs, capturing her nipples and tugging on them in the way she sometimes liked. She gazed at me as our hips thrust against each other with increasing intensity. Normally, I struggled to cum like that, but after last night's aborted encounter, when Daphne climaxed loudly a few minutes later, I pumped my load deep inside her.

A little later, after I'd used the bathroom, I stood naked on the balcony whilst Daphne sat fully dressed. I was leaning over and looking out over the sea and wondering if I could make out Mr Prakash's yacht from here. Daphne came up behind me and cupped my bum.

"I'm sure you're just teasing me with that bottom. Knowing I can only take so much before I have to take matters into my own hands." One hand moved around to stroke my flaccid dick.

We both jumped as my phone rang. It was Mr Prakash's PA asking if I would be available in two hours for another meeting. I agreed and hung up.

"Was that your money-man? Are you going back to the yacht? Can I come this time? Please? I might not have the tits Adriana has, but I'll flash them for you?" I shook my head in amusement.

I was pretty sure she would if I asked. She always was wilder than me.

After breakfast, we headed to the pool, and I commented.

"I half expected Adriana to turn up again this morning, and that might have raised a few eyebrows on Mr Prakash's yacht. Me arriving with two hot girls in tow. Even turning up with a different hot girl this time sets me up like some sort of womanising playboy."

"Thanks for saying I'm hot. But Adriana told me she's working today."

"Did she tell you what she's doing? She was vague and dismissive when I asked her." Daphne's grin tells me she knows more than me. "What?"

"I'll tell you later, want to mess about in the pool?"

"Mess about, or mess about?"

"Behave. We had sex less than an hour ago."

"True, but with you, it's a bit moreish." She grinned in reply and slipped off her shorts and t-shirt, revealing her black bikini underneath. She dashed off and jumped into the pool.

Following her example, I slipped out of my clothes and dove into the pool.

"Show off." She commented on my dive and splashed me.

I shrugged and dove under the water and swam through her legs. Giving the string on her bikini bottoms a tug. But not enough to undo it.

We swam, floated on our backs and occasionally snuck in a kiss or two. At one point, she suggested I swim through her legs again, but from the look on her face, I knew she had something planned. As I submerged, I kept my eyes open and saw as she pulled her top aside to flash me.

An evening out

The driver didn't bat an eye as he held the door open for Daphne, and neither did the men on the tender that drove us out to the yacht. The other men noticed and chuckled as I explained who Daphne was and how she'd bullied me into bringing her to see the yacht. She'd dressed provocatively in skin tight shorts and a large baggy white blouse that was see-through enough to see her bikini underneath.

The Indian lady took Daphne away with her to give her a tour of the yacht. We got down to business right away, and I was very pleased with the numbers offered. The only fly in the ointment was that during the development, I'd have to stay near the developers. So I might have to live in India or China for a year. At the company's expense, of course. But being single, I could manage that for the money they were offering.

As we left, the PA told me he'd be in touch the following day to confirm my travel plans for home. But he expected it to be sometime the following afternoon.

I had the driver drop us off on the promenade again, and Daphne needled me into telling her how much they had offered me. Once I told her she stopped in shock, then dragged me into the nearest fancy hotel and ordered the most expensive cocktail on the menu. Which I laughed at, reminding her I'd yet to be paid.

After a couple of drinks, we headed back to my hotel and Daphne suggested we go to my room instead of the pool. I'd hoped for a little action, but I was only half right. Daphne declared she wanted to sunbathe, but she wanted to do it naked. As Adriana had pointed out, Daphne was very pale.

Which at least gave me the opportunity to apply the sunscreen and I'll admit I let my hands wander and Daphne didn't seem to mind as I fondled her. As long as I didn't block the sun too much. Afterwards, I took a nap as I never enjoy sunbathing. Lying on the bed, I could still see Daphne's white naked buttocks on the balcony.

I woke to find Daphne snuggled up against me asleep. In her sleep, her hand had rested on my crotch, as if to act as an alarm clock for any sign of an erection. I slipped from the bed to use the bathroom without waking her and then sat reading on the balcony.

Not long after she woke and showered, and I was treated to her coming out onto the balcony nude. Supposedly to check out her sun tan, in truth she was just a little red, but it might settle into a tan. Not that I was complaining about inspecting her naked body. She sat on my lap for a time looking out over the sea and I enjoyed the quiet meditative nature of the contact. Especially as her naked bum was resting on my crotch.

Eventually, she told me to shower as we were going out later. When I asked where, she refused to tell me, until I pointed out I needed to know in order to know what to wear.

"Fine, I suppose it's time to tell you. We're going to see Adriana working." She gave me a devious grin.

"Why? What is she doing? She said something about modelling, but was rather dismissive to me."

"It's because she's an exotic dancer."

"Fuck off! I don't believe that."

"It's true, and it's all your fault."

"Mine, how do you work that out?"

"Because you tricked her out of her clothes."

"At your instigation." I interrupted.

"Whatever! However, she learned how much she loves to expose herself to others. And I don't mean just a little more cleavage or shorter skirts."

"What did she do?" I ask, with a little too much interest in my tone.

Daphne shifts her bum on my crotch to see if I was getting hard before responding.

"She modelled for a few photographers, letting them get her naked and pose for them. Most asked her to do sexual things on camera or with the photographer, so she stopped. Plus, she was worried about where the pictures might end up. Stuff can pop up on the internet that never goes away. Things that could affect future jobs and so on. However, she was already addicted to the excitement she felt doing it.

"A few times she managed a quick flash in public, but she never felt safe. And she couldn't tell a boyfriend or any of her friends for fear that they'd think she was weird or try to take advantage. Like taking photos and using them to get her to do more. By the way, I told her how you bullied everyone into deleting the pictures and videos we took when she was naked in the office.

"Anyway, last summer she was on holiday with some friends and their boyfriends. She let her boyfriend talk her into a wet t-shirt contest. Actually, she admitted she'd set up the idea for him first. She found on stage a far bigger rush being nearly naked in front of a bigger crowd, but there were too many phones about taking pictures. Luckily, there were more than a dozen women on stage and she had to keep to the back of the stage whilst the others got down to their panties.

"Still, it set her thinking, and she came up with a plan to experience it again in a safer way. She wanted to be fully exposed in front of multiple people, but she had some conditions. She had to feel safe. There couldn't be any cameras or anything to record her, and it had to be somewhere that she'd not meet anyone she knew.

"So she chose a fake name and decided that the chances of anyone she knew being in a strip club in Monaco were about a million to one. She talked her boss into an unpaid sabbatical to deal with some personal issues and came here. Obviously, when she saw you, we now know that lady luck had a sense of humour. Tonight we have time to see her performance."

"I'm not sure I fancy visiting a strip club." I replied, and it was true. Never having been to one, thinking them exploitive.

"Firstly..." she replied, then wriggled her bum over my crotch. There was certainly a bulge, if not an erection. "I don't believe you. And second, you'd not make me go alone, would you? Forcing a single defenceless woman go somewhere like that?" She made her voice sound like an innocent little girl as she spoke, and fluttered her eyelashes at me once she stopped.

I lifted her off my lap. "To start with, I know you're not some defenceless damsel." Which was true, she was a lot stronger than she looked and had taken self-defence classes at university. "And you don't have to go. Does Adriana know we would go?"

"Let's just say I suspect she suspects I'd go. If she didn't want someone who knew her to see her performance, she could have simply not told me the name of the club."

I had to agree to that. Adriana didn't have to share any of it, and it sounded, at least from Daphne, that Adriana wanted someone she knew to see her. And I suppose, as we already knew her secret and had never tried to use it against her, we were safe.

When Daphne gave the taxi driver our destination, he gave me a wink in the rear-view mirror and whisked us off there. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it was dingy from the outside and we passed two dodgy looking men at the door smoking and down into the basement. Where a huge black guy blocked the door. After paying €30 each to get in, we entered a club far smaller than I'd expected.

A bar ran along the back wall, and a small stage stood opposite. Along the wall and the remaining floor space were several booths, but most of them appeared empty. A server approached wearing a bikini top covered in tassels and hot pants, and said something in rapid fire French.

Luckily Daphne replied and took my arm as the server led us towards the stage. A dancer was on stage, stripped down to a small white thong. Mocha skinned, and I guessed she might be Tunisian or Algerian. She was attractive, with a great body and small breasts high on her chest, with dark nipples. Her movement was sinuous, but her face was dead to emotion, and it spoiled the effect.

The server guided us to the booth closest to the stage and Daphne ordered two local beers, thinking they'd be cheap. As we sat, the dancer noticed us and smiled, if only with her mouth and not her eyes, and I smiled and nodded back. I do not know what the protocol for acknowledging a stripper is.

I realised the music she danced to had hints of belly dancing music and the girl included a few belly dancing moves. When the song ended less than a minute later, she bowed, but the room remains silent. Until I notice the doorman and the bar man trying to get some applause going. I join in and nudge Daphne to get her to join in as well. It earns us a brief smile until she turns and gathers up her discarded clothing. Not a hard task as the stage was barely nine feet by six and she had little clothing to start with.

The server returns with our drinks and as I pay, I realise it's over 3 times the price of even my hotel. I'm just putting my wallet away when the dancer from the stage appears next to our booth. She's wearing a white satin bolero style jacket. Short sleeves and very short in the body. Barely coming down to cover her ribs. It's tied at the front, but with a sizable gap exposing a good portion of her small breasts. Her bottom half reminds me of Tarzan's posing-pouch. Two flaps of white leather hung from a cord around her waist.

She asks me something that I cannot hear, and I shake my head and point to my ear. So she stepped closer and places a bare foot on the seat between my legs and leant in closer. As she repeated her question, I cannot help notice her jacket is gaping open and exposing a hint of areola. I also cannot help noticing that with her leg raised like that, I'd have expected to have seen a flash of her white thong. So either she's changed that or has nothing under the 'skirt'.

Daphne leant closer to me and translated that the girl was asking if I wanted a lap dance or would prefer a dance in private. Although that was more expensive, but it was worth it. I shook my head and told her no thanks; I was feeling a little uncomfortable with her so close. She looked a little disappointed, but took it in her stride and I noticed Daphne was enjoying my discomfort.

Well, two can play at that game. I gestured to the dancer that Daphne might like and dance, and her eyes lit up, Daphne's eyes opened wider in shock that I'd suggest that. The dancer hurried closer to Daphne and leant in even closer. She said something into Daphne's ear and Daphne blushed. Then she took one of Daphne's hands and placed it on her chest, the space between her breasts. She said something else, and I looked at Daphne for a translation.