Blue Sky

I remember the sky being so blue as we looked out the hotel window. Everything was so clear and crisp as I watched her sitting on the window ledge in a robe taking a long drag on her cigarette.

We had been fucking on the bathroom floor when our room service interrupted. Afterwards, we moved to the bed and fucked until we exhausted ourselves. As we stared out the window high over the city we spoke in whispers and of the future.

It thrilled us to go to hotel rooms and fuck — we never made love, we just fucked. Our love affair for hotel rooms began with our second date when we thought it would be a wonderful idea to buy an expensive bottle of wine, get a hotel room, and see where it would lead us. In the morning, the bottle of wine was half finished and we realized, as she liked to say, “We fit perfectly”.

We fucked all over the city until one day she told me she’d met someone and had fallen in love. She asked if I wanted to fuck one last time for old time sake — I told her I couldn’t. My smile must have been strained as I gave her a long hug, said goodbye, and walked away.

She said nothing as she let me go. 

You better learn…

It was my turn to make dinner and I was working on something special when I heard the front door open and close abruptly. The sound of shoes hitting the floor with conviction were followed by angry footsteps.

“What an awful day! Just fucking awful!”

I looked at her; grey eyes looked back with a hot intensity — there was a moment I thought she would scream but instead simply whispered.

“I need you to do something for me honey. Here and now.”

“Of course.”

“I need you to fuck me hard; right here, right now”

She didn’t even wait for an answer and moved to the kitchen table and pushed one of place settings out of the way and then turned back to look at me. She then reached back to undo her skirt and let it drop to the floor; stepping out of it, she then pulled down her panties and shifted herself up onto the table, and after kicking away her panties, spread her legs. Her intensity shifted slightly from anger to lust as she moved a hand to her pussy.

“What are you waiting for? Get that cock out and fuck me.”

She gave me a slight smile as she watched me drop the the tea towel to the floor and move to loosen my belt — undoing my fly, I pushed down my underwear to expose my growing cock. I stroked my cock for a moment and watched her lips spread ever so slightly, and then I moved to her. I entered her hard and she pulled into me; with abandon, and like animals, we fucked. The sounds of fucking filled the kitchen, and as I came, I stared into grey eyes that now just wanted. As I pulled out, I couldn’t help but look down to see my cum spill onto the edge of the table and fall to the floor; it reminded me of white wax from a candle.

“I need more.” Her grey eyes were wild when I looked up and with measure she added, “Fuck me again and this time use your beautiful tongue until I cum.”

“But baby, I just came.”

Grey flickered with amusement.

“I’m not sure why that should matter and frankly at this moment I don’t care. I need that lovely tongue of yours to fuck me, and if you have a problem tasting your own cum, you better learn to get used to it.”

I just stared at her slightly confused. Her eyes softened.

” Look honey, the next month is going to just be awful and I will need your support — I will need your help, and I will definitely need that magical tongue”.

She placed her hands on the sides of my head, kissed me gently on the lips, shifted her legs slightly, and guided my face to her cunt.

 W

The woman who masturbated on her stomach

When I woke, I was greeted by her beautiful grey eyes — I thought she was staring at me, but it was more like through me. Her dark hair was dishevelled and stands fell over the side of her face that wasn’t pressed into the pillow; she was just staring and breathing heavily.

“Good morning”, I said hoarsely.

Her eyes shifted slightly as if bringing me into focus and a slight frown came to her lips

“Go… go back to sleep”.

With a slight groan she raised her head slightly and shifted to look the other way, leaving me to stare at the back of her head. As I closed my eyes and started to drift back to sleep, I could feel a slight rhythmic motion beside me, and as if talking in my sleep, asked what she was doing. I could hear her shift again on her pillow and when I opened my eyes, she was staring at me again.

With a voice that wasn’t ready to say anything so early in the morning, and with an air of disappointment,

“Well, I was about to cum until you started talking.”

For effect, she pouted slightly.

“You were masturbating?”

She only stared at me as if this revelation meant nothing to her.

“Wait. You masturbate on your stomach?”

She shifted her position and with a freed hand moved hair away from her face. She offering a slight smile as she continued to stare.

“Yes, I was masturbating, and why wouldn’t I do it on my stomach. I always masturbate on my stomach.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.”

She signed slightly, blinked, but didn’t reply.

“I’m just saying I’ve only seen woman masturbate on their backs; that’s all.”

Suddenly she started to laugh and pushed more hair away from her face.

“Well, you need to stop watching so much porn. I masturbate on my stomach ,and when I’m not interrupted, I cum very nicely thank you very much. In fact, maybe if you knew how to satisfy your woman, I wouldn’t have woken up so horny.”

“I’m not sure that is entirely true. You did cum a lot last night and I’m almost certain somewhere in all that moaning, you said I was amazing, or words to that effect”

“Yes baby, it was something to that effect. Now just go back to sleep and let me finish. You can dream of fucking me hard tonight.”

She kissed me softly, smiled, and turned her head while shifting her arms under the sheets. I closed my eyes intent on listening and moved my hand to my cock.

W

Everything is just soaked

We were sun soaked and relaxed and making our way back to the city in the slowest possible way. As we weaved our way deliberately searching out country roads, and with the sun starting to set, we talked about too much sun, kissing in the cool water, and that we needed to do more beach days in the middle of the week.

As I was settling into the drive back, I heard shifting beside me and with a side glance noticed parted legs, the hint of golden pubic hair exposed by a summer dress pulled up slightly, and panties still looped around an ankle. My gaze moved back to the road as a car came over the hill. I smiled and started to say something witty, I heard a proclamation,

“I very horny babe!”

The next few miles was a juggling act between managing the road and stealing glances at parted lips and self exploration — sometimes she was caressing her clit and sometimes venturing inside.

“Do you think you could help a girl out?”

And with that request, she settled deeper into the seat and a hand shifted to her thigh; her sound and response to my touch would guide my way.

I softly caressed her skin, moving across her thigh and gently encouraging her to spread her legs further giving me easier access; I eventually came to rest on her mons and pulled gently at the pubic hair with my fingers. With a sound of encouragement, I moved a finger to the hood of her clit and gently pressed down and released; I was slow and deliberate while also trying to focus on the road ahead of me. She would shift occasionally, and her growing excitement was reflected in the rhythm of her breathing; when I stopped, she gently pushed into my finger. Pulling my hand away, I brought my fingers to my mouth for some lubricant and returned to rest the palm of my hand on her pubic and placing two fingers on the lips of her pussy. With slow gently movement, I caressed the sides of her labia; my spit mixing with her wetness. As two fingers shifted to three, my pressure increased with our excitement and my middle finger slowly teased with the promise of penetration. As I entered her, a moan escaped her lips.

“Harder”         

The rhythm of my finger moving in and out was slow and constant but as it sank into her, the pressure against the inner wall of her cunt was more intense and my palm pushed into her clit at the same time; this is how I would finger fuck her until she came.

As I concentrated on the road, my cock was straining against my shorts, my hand and arm were starting to cramp and the rhythm of finger fucking her had become hard and fast and I could feel her build — her sounds had moved from simply breathing to groans of desire not yet fulfilled. I knew she would cum soon. Shifting my hand slightly, my baby finger followed her juices to her asshole, and with the slightest penetration, triggered her orgasm that brought her legs together almost crushing my hand and she panted moans of pleasure after having been released. I couldn’t help but taste her juices before I firmly had two hands back on the wheel.

As we settled back into the drive home, I needed to stay focused — night had taken over and I hadn’t even realized it. As I quickly looked over, she was in shadows and I could tell she was trying to organize herself when I felt her gentle touch.

“Honey, you have to pull over. I need to get a towel — everything is just soaked.”

 W

Fucking in bathrooms

The housewarming party was a big success and was mostly standing room; as I mentioned to someone this is a great way to get your fridge and bar stocked when you are starting out. I was busy that night but I have always had a crush on the new owner so I dropped by for a while with a fine bottle of wine to impress.  Other than a quick greeting, I only caught glimpses of her as she moved through the crowd with the excitement a room full of people can bring. I also got caught up with the energy as I chatted with people I knew and some I didn’t. Looking at my phone, I started to see messages asking where I was and decided it was time for me to go. After sorting through the pile of jackets on the bed, I found mine and made my way to the bathroom before I headed out offering quick goodbyes as I went — I was past fashionably late and the people on the other end of my phone we making a point of telling me they weren’t happy. I found the washroom and was reaching for the door when it opened suddenly. 

There was a start of recognition and we both smiled — her cheeks were a little flushed with the glow of a little too much wine and her grey eyes twinkled as I explained I had to leave with apologies for not being able to catch up. With a slight pout she backed back into the bathroom and motioned me to join her. Once inside, she closed the door and in one motion pushed back her red hair, leaned in, and kissed me; softly at first but as I accepted the kiss, much harder. She pulled back and as she looked at me, placed her hand on my cock and suggested I give her a call. Smiling, she reached for the door and the sound of the party swallowed her as I was left wondering what just happened.

We arranged to have a drink and listen to a local band a week later; she suggested we meet at her place and then just catch a ride from there. I was greeted with the same smile and twinkle I saw the week before, and she causally mentioned I didn’t have to take my shoes off. Without the party goers, it turned out her apartment was even smaller than I thought but was orderly and comfortable — we sat around talking about each other’s weeks until we decided we should check out the band and ordered a ride. As we started to leave, she stopped and motioned me into the bathroom, and without closing the door, kissed me. We kissed and pressed into each other — our sounds echoing slightly in the small room. We caught our breath and after one last kiss, agreed we should go.

Our schedules became hectic after that, and for a while, contact came in the form of text messages and phone calls; we shared what we were up to, how much fun we had, and tried to co-ordinate something.  Then early one evening I received a text message that simply said, the bathroom is calling us — please join me. I replied that I would be over in an hour. Again, the same smile and twinkle greeting me when I arrived.

The setting sun filled the room and soft music was playing — something I had never heard before. After wine was poured, a toast was made to a better world and some small conversation, she looked at me with an expression of slight apprehension, asked me if I would have a shower with her. The look on my face made her smile and she headed to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I motioned to the light switch, and she simply said no but asked me to leave the door open. I watched her remove her sweater and the muted light exposing her breasts and full nipples. As she started to remove her pants, she motioned for me to do the same and then stepped naked into the shower before my shirt was off. I could hear her adjust the taps and turn the shower on — she gasped slightly as the water hit her body and it didn’t take long for steam to start filling the small room. As I stepped into the shower, she was looking at me, her red hair in strands clinging to her shoulders and one hand was half-hearty attempting to cover her pussy. I moved to her and took her face in my hands and kissed her; she wrapped her arms around me. We kissed and caressed each other as the water slowly tuned from hot to warm to cold. As we said our good nights, we knew we had started something. We fucked for the first time the next weekend and our sounds echoed in the small room. She was on the vanity with her legs spread, and as my cock entered her, we gasped and fell into the rhythm of fucking. She came before I did and pulled me in as I continued to build — I almost screamed as I came and remember cum dripping on the tile as I pulled out. I kissed her deeply. 

When we were at my place, we only fucked in bed, but at hers, it was more often in the bathroom; in the shower, on the floor, on the vanity — the small space would force imaginative positions. Sometimes we would simply turn on the shower, let the steam build and kiss. There was a privacy that came with the bathroom, and it was there we did private things.

We had been dating about a year when we received an invitation to a mutual friend’s wedding; a June wedding and the reception was going to be held at his father’s club. As we were discussing possible wedding gifts, I mentioned there were very nice washrooms at the club. The wedding was a beautiful event and we danced the night away. We ended up in a washroom stall figuring out how to fuck without falling — ultimately, with her panties around her ankles, I fingered her and delighted in watching her attempt to muffle her orgasms with her hand. Whenever we would go out to a restaurant or even a friends house, we couldn’t help wondering aloud about what the washrooms are like. Many times our curiosity was satisfied.

We are engaged now and we’ve both taken on demanding careers but Tuesday night is sacrosanct because it’s date night, and whenever we can, we make a point of going to our favorite little restaurant below street level. The last time we were there, and just as we were about to cum, a knock came to the bathroom door asking if we were almost finished.

 I suppose, if you really think about it, we’ve only just started.

W

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