Lunch was over and we made our way back to the room. My pussy tingled from the vibrator and my legs were so weak he was supporting me when we walked. When we got into the room we embraced, and I felt his body on mine. He must have been as horny as me, with his hard on sticking firmly into my lower stomach. His face was inches from mine, breath wisping against my cheek, and it felt more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced. Suddenly, I was petrified, too nervous to move, my brow icy cold and hands hot. The enormity of what I was doing sunk in. He bent forward and kissed me, and I felt his lips brush against my own. His mouth opened and his breath mingled with mine, while he ran his fingers through my hair, gently pulling me closer to him, increasing the intimacy, tightening the bond.

His hand dropped to my shoulders and onto my back, fingers etching their lust on my spine, writing of passion, desire, tracing their way the length of my body to my pelvis. Flattening his hand, he slid it onto my hip and then my buttock, which he smoothed, seduced and pulled towards himself. Still, our kiss endured and I was dizzy with desire and lack of air, but would not let it end. His hands continued, following the slopes of my flesh, the contours of my body: waist and stomach, upwards, upwards, to my breasts, and then he held them, held me, his thumbs grazing my nipples, over and over, over and over.

Finally we submitted, we parted our breaths and stood nose to nose. He began to unbutton my jacket, so slowly, each button a milepost closer to his goal, and when he reached my stomach he folded the jacket over my shoulders, letting it fall, letting me stand before him, aroused and ready. I slid my skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor. He smiled and nodded; appraising my body, then stood back and began to remove his clothes. I held my breath as he undressed, completely, divesting himself of shirt, tie and trousers. He was naked before me. His cock was erect and hard. It looked enormous. I remembered that only a little while ago, that thing was rammed inside my rectum, giving me some of the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

He stripped the quilt from the bed and we lay on the sheets, side by side, staring and touching, my hand on his cheek, finger against his lip, letting him bite, letting him slide it into his mouth. And we kissed, our faces tilting, mouths reaching towards each other, tongues extended.

"Relax," he said, kissing me once more, running his hand up my waist towards my breast and enclosing it softly. He edged down the bed and began to kiss my neck and shoulders, chest and breasts, finally alighting on my right nipple and teasing it into his mouth. His tongue, so delicate, so soft, so warm, began to draw unknown sensations from me and I felt a shiver slide down my body. I sighed and he looked up in amusement, before falling, once more, onto my nipple.

All the while, his hand was gradually sliding down my stomach, fingers stretched, easing across my skin, spidering towards my