Object of Desire Ch. 02

"When do you need to go?" he asked suddenly.

"I dunno. I can't see a clock from here. An hour or so maybe?"

He sighed a resigned sigh. We smiled weakly at one another.

"Well I'm guessing you'll have engineering a trip to London soon, though, huh?"

He nodded insincerely, putting his glass down and climbing out of the tub. He splashed into the bedroom and called back the time to me before returning to our steamy enclosure.

I took a breath and slid down under the water, popping back up again almost instantly and slicking my hair back against my head. That felt better, what with the rising temperature.

"Are you going to give me a wash then?" I asked, flashing him a devilish smile and shuffling closer to him along the floor of the tub. I passed him a bottle of bodywash that stood amid the candles. The water level was at my midriff when I sat upright, and I raised my arms with mock innocence, waiting to be cleaned.

He poured some of the white, creamy soap into his palm and briefly worked it between his hands. He looked up and smiled, pausing as if in a quandary about were to wash first. I gave him a silent growl with my mouth to egg him on, and his slippery hands reached forward, cupping each breast and slowly, softly kneading them, working up a lather on my chest, drawing my nipples out. It felt divine in the steam of the enclosed room, the cloying atmosphere drawing some inner sense of naughtiness out of me.

I dropped my arms and swiveled round on to my knees, sloshing a few litres on the floor in the process, and leant forward to give him a kiss. As he responded my hand wandered up his leg to his groin, gently squeezing his cock into action in the warm water.

"Stand up for me," I said, pulling away.

He gave me a querying look then slowly did as he was told, being careful not to slip. I kissed the tip of his semi-erect cock and nudged him round to my right so that he was able to lean against the wall. I shuffled closer and kissed his balls a couple of times, gently, deliberately, sensually. His cock lifted out of the way by my hand.

I looked up to see him smiling down, as my mouth took in one of his balls and sucked gently. I could feel him getting harder in my hand by the second. It was so sexy to feel that slow transformation, the heavy heat of the room combining with the intoxication from the champagne to make me feel like a naughty girl in a sauna.

"I want you to cum on my face," I smiled up at him, stroking his cock harder.

"What?" he said, almost incredulously.

"You heard." I licked up and down his cock a few times, as much of my tongue as possible outside of my mouth for the benefit of his view. I looked back up as I started jacking him again. He was hard now.

"I want to feel you shoot on my face. I want you to have that image of me to call upon, when you're thousands of miles away jacking off."

I wrapped my mouth around the end of his cock, sucking hard. He gave a muffled moan. I pushed myself against his legs, my soapy upper body sliding against him. My tits were against his thighs, and I shifted left and right enjoying the sensation of my hardened nipples slipping against him. I was gently mouth-fucking him – not taking his dick all the way out, but just keeping the end inside my lips and sucking for a few seconds before sliding him back towards my throat. My left hand was reaching round, cupping the piece of his ass that wasn't pressed against the condensation-soaked wall. My right hand squeezed the base of his cock, jacking the full length of his throbbing tool whenever I broke off to look up at him.

"More than that, though, David – I want an image." I kissed the underside of his cock in between hand strokes. Tonguey, slurpy kisses punctuating my sentences. "I want to remember looking up at you like this. Being your little slut for the night. I want to remember making you shoot over me. And every time I have to give my boyfriend a blow job. I can close my eyes and think of this. You using me like this. God I would love that."

I began jacking him faster, using my mouth more sparingly as I tried to drive him on to orgasm. "Go on. Cum on my face." I could see he was getting closer. "I want to feel it shoot over me." I gave another little suck over the head of his cock and felt a wad of cum explode in my mouth as he cried out. My mouth released his dick and I jacked slower, pointing him at my face, catching the remainder of his juice on my cheeks and round my mouth. I forced the cum in my mouth out with my tongue and smeared it around my lips and chin, looking up at him. I wasn't at all sure if he was enjoying the sight or not.

"Sorry," I mumbled as his dick went limp in my still-shuffling hand, "I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me?"

He collapsed back down into the tub. "Which is great," he replied. "But there are other things I'd rather remember you by."

I began rinsing his cum from my face and chest where it had dribbled down. He passed me a cloth.

I looked up and he smiled at me. "So let's make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door..."

He:

When she said that she only had an hour left, my heart sank. And before I could keep it from happening, my face sank as well.

Trina must have understood immediately. And she knew that – however much time we had left together – it would be a shame to waste it on regrets. So she proceeded to blow my cock and my mind one last time.

It was heaven with my prick in her mouth, feeling every last inch as she swallowed me, drawing me in and out, with her tongue wrapped around me. I never wanted it to stop, but before I could hold off, she had me blasting outwards onto her face.

I settled back into the tub, knees weak, as I watched her dab the come from her face. I admit that a face dripping with white sperm was never a favorite fantasy of mine – somehow degrading. But as she smiled back at me after wiping herself clean, cheeks glistening with water, my heart melted.

She actually started apologizing to me – "Sorry, I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me...."

"Are you kidding me?" I replied, gasping. "You're unbelievable! But there are other things I'd rather remember you by. So let's make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door..."

I knew that I had nothing left in me – there was no way I was getting hard again for quite some time, after the way she had drained me – but I wanted to see her come again. And I knew how to take her.

I slid forward onto my knees between her legs, bending over to suck her lips into my mouth. While she was distracted, I slipped my right hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside of her.

She squealed as her hips thrust upward in the soapy water, taking on a rhythm of their own in time to my plunging fingers. I twisted my right hand palm up, the tips of my two fingers pressing into the spongy walls of her cunt above her vagina. I was going to find her g-spot or die trying.....

I didn't have long to wait. She broke her lips from mine, gasping as she grasped my shoulders with both hands. "Ooooh, what are you....?"

The sudden clenching of every muscle in her body told me that I was on the right track. I pressed on the soft inner surface of her cunt, curling my fingers upward in a "come here" motion, caressing and drumming simultaneously at the moist flesh. Simultaneously, I bent my head downward, capturing her breast between my lips. I inhaled, sucking her breastflesh inside and trapping her rock-hard nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

Her eyes rolled up inside her head, showing almost only white. Her hips twitched once, and then again, more violently. She pulled me down to her, biting my shoulder. I felt the pain, and I knew that there would be a mark that I might have some trouble explaining at home. But none of that mattered for now, as her body tensed into a bow and she came. And came.

She shouted my name, she cursed, she shuddered as the waves broke over her, harder at first, and then gradually lessening as she rode the peaks of her orgasms and down the back side of her arousal. She cried out one more time, and then relaxed limply into the tub. She looked up weakly at me, and then grabbed my face in both hands, pulling me to her and kissing me deeply.

"WHERE did you learn to do that?" she murmured weakly, after releasing my face from her hands. I didn't answer, mostly because I had no idea myself. So I just grinned as I settled back into the opposite end of the tub.

We spent the next half hour soaking, our arms draped over the sides of the tub. I let my feet rub over her skin gently, and I felt her toes doing the same to me. There was no more left to say – we had drained each other completely.

When the time came, she slipped out of the tub. I started to rise, but she pressed me back down with one hand on my shoulder, and the index finger of her other hand pressed to my lips. "Not one word, lover," she whispered.

She dried herself off with a white fluffy towel, and then slipped on her white shift. "It's later than I thought - I hope I don't have to explain this," she grinned. And then she was out the door.

It was another ten minutes before I could regain enough strength to pull myself out of the tub. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face, thinking only of my Trina.

I checked out early the next morning to catch my flight back home. I found myself looking out the window as the plane banked over Istanbul and headed south over the Sea of Marmara.

I was glad that I hadn't run into any of my colleagues at the hotel when I checked out – I would have had a hard time explaining where I had been spending so much of my time at that conference. Oh well, let them guess.

What a trip! What a surprise! And what an amazing woman! I had no idea when –or even whether - I would see her again. On the other hand, I had no idea that we were going to meet this time, either. I was not used to feeling this good. But boy, I was ready to do it again, whenever the opportunity might arise.

I wonder if her boyfriend noticed that she returned wearing no underwear . . .