Smoke Screen by Lorad 2000

Smoke Screen by Lorad 2000

Published on Sun, Sep 01 2013 by webmaster
I couldn't believe how fast things had spiraled out of control. One moment I'm flirting with an alluring stranger and the next I'm alone in her hotel room, handcuffed to the luggage rack, wearing women's lingerie with a butt plug filling my ass. Before leaving the room, this stranger had given me the possibility of escape by pushing the phone near enough that I could use it and showed me where she put the key to the cuffs on the nightstand across the room. The only person I knew within 1,000 miles was my boss who was probably asleep in her hotel room a few floors below. While calling her might save my hide, it would mark the end of my employment and quite possibly my career. If I called the front desk for help, who would they send? Besides the humiliation, would I be in trouble? Did this country have laws for indecency? As I weighed my options, my mind went back over how I had gotten myself into this situation.
 
Our business meetings had gone well. The contract negotiations were difficult, but proceeded smoothly enough that we had finished a day earlier than anticipated. This gave us a day off before our scheduled flight. My boss decided she wanted to stay at the hotel to try and get over the jet lag she was still experiencing. This gave me the day to explore on my own. After a morning run and a long shower, I decided to visit the hotel coffee shop before heading out to wander through the city's central business district and hopefully enough time to make it to the art museum before dinner.
 
When picking my seat at the coffee shop, I chose carefully to have a view of the smoking section of the café. For as long as I can remember, I've been attracted by the sight of a woman smoking, so whenever possible my strategy was to seat myself in a location to be a casual observer. About halfway through my cup of coffee, my planning diligence paid off. A stunning blonde woman dressed in an expertly tailored black business suit sat down a few tables away facing me. Her knee length skirt showcased impeccable stockinged calves accentuated by tall high heels. She surveyed the room checking out the other patrons. Her gaze briefly met mine but dismissed me rather quickly--possibly because I sat in the non-smoking section of the cafe. Seeing no one of particular interest, she settled into a leather sofa and began reading from a hard covered book. As I had hoped, she soon reached into her purse to retrieve a slim gold cigarette case. Her manicured fingers pulled a long brown cigarette from the case, placing it between her full red lips as she absent-mindedly searched her bag for a lighter. A dutiful young waiter soon provided a light. She took a long inhale and let the smoke curl from her lips slightly before swallowing it again. She hadn't yet let go of the young man's hand holding the lighter and exhaled the smoke in a loose stream across the front of his trousers before looking up at his eyes and smiling a thank you. The man was visibly agitated and seemed to be momentarily dazed. I had to smile as she took a predatory glance at his ass as he retreated to the kitchen.
 
As she smoked her way through the cigarette, I resolved that I would somehow make an effort to let her know how attracted I was to her and would make my move should she decide to have another cigarette. Just after the waiter stopped to refill her coffee, I noticed her reaching into her bag again. Before having the chance to lose my nerve, I got up and made my way to her sofa to offer the flame to light her second cigarette. Beautiful green eyes looked up surprised to see me as she exhaled the smoke in my direction at crotch level. It seemed as though she never expected a visitor from the non-smoking section and invited me to sit. In between long drags she asked if her smoking bothered me. I replied that it only affected in the nicest possible way while clutching my jacket over the bulge in the front of my trousers. See seemed to delight in the effect she was having on me and openly returned my stare as she placed the cigarette between her lips and sensuously drew the smoke in before exhaling a tight stream into the air above our heads. After extinguishing the cigarette, she looked me in the eyes and informed me that she was staying in a room upstairs leaving open the offer to join her. We thrust money at the startled young waiter and rushed from the room garnering jealous glances from the other patrons.
 
Upon the close of the elevator doors she pushed me against the back wall of the cab reaching her hand down to outline my hardness with her fingers as her tongue pushed my lips apart. I returned the ardor and as my tongue explored hers, I could taste the smoky flavor of the tobacco. We tumbled from the elevator at her floor and hurried to her door. As soon as the door closed behind us, we were again eagerly upon each other, our hands beginning to explore as our tongues had moments before. My left hand caressed her breasts through her silky blouse as my right found its way around her hip and pulled her to me tightly. She began to work at the buttons of my white dress shirt as I pulled the blouse from her skirt so that my fingers could touch flesh. Soon our clothes were shed in a trail on our way to the bed and we were left standing clad only in our undergarments. She sat at the foot of the bed and slid her manicured red fingernails under the elastic of my briefs dragging me closer. With slow deliberation, she eased the fabric over my throbbing member and let her nails trace a path down my thighs until the material was at my ankles. She looked up at me with lust as her hands found their way to my cock and she interlaced her fingers to stroke it from top to bottom. With a mischievous grin, she reached her tongue to catch a drip of precum from its head and traced a circle round her lips to savor the taste. My knees nearly gave out on me and I had to grab her shoulder to keep from collapsing. With that she again returned her attention to my pulsating erection engulfing the top in her hot mouth and swirling her tongue around the circumcised ridge.
 
I knew I wouldn't last long if she kept this up, so I pulled away after a few gasping breaths. I knelt in front of her with my fingers unfastening the clasp on her lace topped bra. Removing it slowly from each shoulder, I planted kisses upon each new inch of exposed flesh and began to make large sweeping arcs with the tip of my tongue, tracing the contours of her ample curves. I narrowed down to tight circles around her areola and pulled the nipples into my mouth with my lips as my tongue danced around their soft hardness. Our moans mingled in mutual pleasure as I pushed the exploration down to her navel and the tops of her lace underwear. I was delighted to discover that she had worn a garter belt with the straps holding up her seamed stockings. My cock twitched with sensation as it rubbed against the silky smoothness of her encased calves. I wanted to take my time, but my lust got the better of me and I soon found my mouth pressed to her vulva drowning in the intoxicating aroma that mixed her perfume and the unmistakable scent of arousal. Unhooking the garters, my hands slid the lace panties from her hips and guided them down her smooth legs and off over her pedicured feet. I couldn't hold back and returned immediately to lick at her pink folds and plunge inside to taste her hot wetness. My hands kneaded the flesh around her thighs as my tongue continued its ministrations and focused attention on her clitoris. Her gyrations showed that I was having a good effect when she grabbed my face to pull me up onto her. Our flesh was pressed together in passion and the heat was incredible. I lifted up on my arms and I was just about to enter her when something caught my attention on the edge of my field of vision. In that moment lays my ruin.
 
My eye happened upon the sight of a pair of thigh-high latex boots spilling from a suitcase upon the bureau. Inadvertently I paused and voiced the words, "Whoa, I'd kill to see you dressed in those!" She propped herself up on her elbows to follow my gaze. When her eyes returned to my own, they had gone from being lust-filled to take on a steely edge. She spoke deliberately in a neutral tone, "If I do put those on you must follow every word I say." I laughingly responded, "Your wish will be my command," and returned a glance at the boots. She grabbed my face demanding my attention and scraped her fingernails under my chin as she annunciated with a hard clear voice, "YOU MUST OBEY EACH WORD." It was here that my fight or flight instinct failed me. I should have run. I should have grabbed whatever I could of my clothes and sprinted from the room never looking back. But, my mind was addled from desire and incapable of rational thought. I found myself nodding in assent and uttering the words, "I will."
 
She advised me to look through the suitcase for other things that I may find attractive or intriguing. It proved to be a treasure trove of accessories for fetishes and all sorts of sexual activity. My first discovery was a long black cigarette holder with pearlescent inlay along the stem. I held it up and enthusiastically announced, "Definitely this!" She responded that she figured I would go there first. Next my fingers sifted through piles of sexy and saucy lingerie including leather tops and delicate lace sets. I settled upon a panty and garter set in royal blue with matching satin gloves and held them up saying, "These would be lovely." Digging a bit deeper, I found hand cuffs, a riding crop, and dildos in various shapes, sizes, and colors. Again ignoring the warning signs, I picked up a realistic modeled black dildo attached to a harness and spoke, "It's not my thing but I would love to see how this looks on you." She directed me to bring the items to her on the bed and to sit on my hands on the floor in front of her. I would not be allowed to speak or touch as she got dressed.
 
She stepped from her remaining underwear exposing her figure in all its sensuous beauty. Her curves flowed artfully from her bosom to her hips and the trimmed tuft of hair around her vagina framed her labia erotically. She unzipped the boots and slid them over each leg pausing to observe my reaction before pulling the zipper to close the latex around her thigh. My cock was rigidly at attention with copious amounts of precum dripping from its slit. Next she slid her legs through the strap-on harness and pulled the assembly into place matching my member in its resolute announcement of sexual potency. She added a latex bustier from the suitcase which accentuated her breasts displaying their full round form. She removed a fresh brown cigarette from her case and inserted in into the holder's socket. I was mesmerized by the vision before me. She oozed raw sexuality and I could feel my racing heartbeat as it pulsed through my throbbing penis. She snapped me from my reverie when she announced, "Now, it's your turn."
 
I began to get up and started to question what she meant when she placed the toe of one boot against my chest pushing me back to the floor as she signaled to remain silent. She picked the royal blue panties from the bed and tossed them into my lap ordering me to put them on as she walked towards the suitcase. I began to say, "I don't think so," when she wheeled around with the riding crop in her hand, smacking it hard across my thigh. "I'm not asking, I'm telling you to PUT THEM ON." The stinging pain radiating from my thigh muscle put an end to my protestation and I squirmed into the panties without getting off the floor. The cool silky fabric felt good against my hot flesh and I appreciated the slight pressure from the elastic waist as my cock yearned for attention. Next she had me put on the garter and straps as she fished a pair of stockings from the magical luggage. Being a cyclist, I usually kept my legs shaved to keep any scrapes from a fall clean and comfortable. The stockings glided over my calves and thighs easily, wrapping them in a silky embrace. I tried to act like I wasn't enjoying these sensations, but my cock betrayed me. It remained hard and had already darkened the fabric of the panties around it with my fluids. My feet are on the small side for a man and I wasn't too surprised that she had a pair of heels that fit me. She seemed to enjoy her handiwork and had me pirouette for her in front of the bed. My host decided on a final touch and retrieved something from the bath. She applied some red lipstick to my nipples and a spritz of perfume to my neck and dangled a gold chain in my face. What I thought was a necklace turned out to be nipple clamps which she secured in place. I felt foolish, humiliated, aroused, fearful, and excited all at once.
 
She ordered me to grab her gold lighter and approach her as she sat in a wingback chair next to the bed. Unconsciously, I mimicked the intake of her breath as the flame took hold at the tip of her cigarette and she inhaled the smoke through the holder and let it leak from her lips. It was a fantasy picture I would never forget. She took the lighter from me and in turn handed me the satin royal blue elbow-length gloves. She commanded me to put them on and entertain her by masturbating while she smoked. "Yes Mistress," I heard myself replying. The material of the gloves felt wonderful upon my bare skin as I caressed my arms exciting thousands of nerve endings. I slid them under the waistband of the panties surrounding my shaft and cupping my scrotum which felt tight and swollen. I slipped the elastic down and under the sack and moved to give her a good view, almost toppling in the unfamiliar unstable heels. She continued to pull long drags from the holder further heightening my arousal. I began to stroke with purpose and increase the tempo. Before her cigarette had burned down, I announced that I was close and began to turn from her. She pulled me back into position to face her and I erupted in a powerful orgasm showering spurts of cum over her breasts, bustier, strap on, and boots losing my balance from the sudden release and falling to my knees.
 
She ordered me to clean it up and I began to go for a washcloth when she corrected me with a short strong smack to my ass cheek. "Use your tongue," she demanded. I laughed nervously and shook my head. A second smack to the same stinging patch of skin persuaded me she wasn't kidding. I moved to start for her breasts when she pushed me down indicating, "Boots first." I licked the few thick drops from her boots amazed to find the liquid still hot. Next, I was faced with a long stream along the black dildo of the strap on. I tentatively reached out my tongue running it from the base to the head. It unnerved me to find it that excited me to do this--so much so that I felt compelled to engulf the head as part of my cleanup. I continued to suck the drops from her abdomen, bustier, and the big puddle on her breast. When finished, I looked up for her approval. She spoke, "Right, now that that's put to rest," toeing my cock with her boot, "You will spend the rest of the day attending to my desires." With that, she crushed out her smoke and ordered me to sit quietly again on my hands as she planned the next series of events.
 
She told me to go to the bathroom and purge as much as possible for I wouldn't have the opportunity again for a long while. Then I was directed to take a shower. While under the soothing stream of the water, I saw her sneak in and remove the royal blue garments and all of the towels save for one small washcloth to dry with. The shower felt good and I tried to compose myself. I resolved to march out of the bathroom, collect my clothes, and leave before I lost complete control. It was already too late for when I opened the door; I found that my clothes were gone from the bedroom. Rather, a matching set of tangerine orange lingerie laid spread out on the bed. My host was naked except for the boots and sat at the mirror touching up her makeup. When I emerged, she stood, picked up the riding crop and walked to me. Fight or flight time again. Instead, I just froze. She knew that I was beaten and directed me to put on the tangerine outfit.
 
For the second time that day, I found myself sliding stockings and panties over my legs and harbored no illusion of having any control over the situation. I was too excited and too far gone to stop now. The day would play itself out as she wished. After fastening the garter straps to the stockings, she tossed me a matching bra. My moment's hesitation cost me another whack upon my tender ass. I fastened the hooks, spun the clasp to the back, and slid my shoulders through the straps. The lace material felt rough where the nipple clamps had sensitized the skin. I stepped into the high heels and again spun for her inspection. She admired her selection and ran her hand down over my ass cheek before sliding her fingers to follow the crack down to the point where she could cup my balls from behind. She tugged sharply and returned to caress the cheek ending with a smart smack of her hand. "Very nice," she offered as a compliment.
 
Her next comment spiked my anxiety. "Go get the handcuffs from my bag." Even though my mind tried to reason with it, my body overruled and returned from the suitcase with the cuffs dangling from my fingers. I offered both wrists to her, but instead she clamped only one cuff to my right wrist and guided me to the wardrobe with the other. She clamped the other end to the luggage rack that was secured to the wall. She pushed the desk chair to me and told me to relax. She was getting ready to go meet some friends and couldn't have me wandering off whilst she prepared. With my free hand, she asked me to light her smoke. In spite of my situation, my attraction to her and her sensuous smoking style soon had me sporting another full erection. I sat mesmerized as she transformed herself from a powerful Domme, into an elegant refined Lady dressed in a simple black dress accented by a pearl necklace as she readied for her dinner date. Before leaving, she had one more surprise for me.
 
Returning again from her bottomless case she asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I felt a cold rubbery weight come to rest on my palm and she moved my thumb over its edge to hold it in place. I then heard the sound of liquid squirting from a bottle. When she told me to open my eyes, I discovered that I was holding a clear latex butt plug. It was graduated in ribbed spheres starting with about a one half inch diameter and flaring out to an inch and a half near the flat base and had to be eight inches long. Glistening on the surface was the lubricant that she had liberally applied that now dripped down its contours. It looked erotic although my cheeks clenched in fear. She slid behind me and pulled the panties down to the stocking tops and directed me to bend over the chair back. Not sure I could handle this, I paused, but relented when she whispered in my ear that, "It will be worth it later." She squirted some lubricant in my crack and placed the tip at my anus. With a twist and a push, she slid the first two segments in. I felt stretched already and feared what pain the rest might bring. She worked it deeper over a few minutes until it finally slid in up to the base as she hiked the panties back up. She had me stand upright and it felt as though I would split in two from the fullness.
 
She moved the chair away and pushed the phone within my reach. "If you decide you can't handle it, here is your way out. I'll leave the keys to the cuffs on the other side of the room. I will be gone for a few hours. If you are a good boy and stay and leave everything in place, I promise to pick up where we left off upon my return." So that is how I arrived at this particular dilemma. As I sat in the silent room, I brooded upon the choices. Should I risk my career or possible arrest by calling for help? As I sat thinking my mind ranged in emotion from panic, to despair, to thrill. Fear and anxiety aside, I decided my only realistic choice was to await her return. Despite the circumstances, my cock still got hard when I thought of her smoking in front of me and the pressure in my ass only added to the intensity.
 
Darkness settled outside the windows before her return. When she did walk through the door, she genuinely looked happy to see me there and came over and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I'm so glad you decided to stay," she said as her hand slipped inside the panties to check for the plug. "As if I had a choice," I thought. "I've got big plans for you this evening," she continued. A bemused smirk brightened her lovely face as she saw my erection twitch at the comment. She ran one red fingernail along the bulge. She told me I would have five minutes to go to the bathroom and that she was pleased I had left the butt plug in as it would help with the next part of my training. She unclasped the cuff from the rack and helped me to my feet. She allowed me to light her smoke before stumbling into the bath. It was hard to relax long enough to be able to urinate and it was painful removing the plug from my anus as my body had adapted to it being there.
 
Emerging from the bathroom I found that she had changed from her dress and was back again in her PVC boots and bustier. She directed me to stand in front of her and turn around. With her left hand she caressed my bare skin dipping a finger or two inside the elastic of the tangerine panties. Her touch was enough to have me hard again in seconds. She reached through the underside of the material to wrap her hand around my cock giving it a tight squeeze. With her right hand, she picked up the black dildo from her strap on harness and ran it along the crack of my ass pushing the material taut against my anus. She pulled on my shaft to turn me to face her and then extracted her fingers from the fabric. Picking up the crop she pushed on my shoulder indicating I was to kneel. She then began to run the dildo along my arms, chest, and neck. Grabbing the back of my head, she trailed it along my jaw line and across my cheeks. When she reached my lips, she turned it to point directly towards my mouth. She ordered me to open my lips and run my tongue over its black head. Pushing it deeper, she commanded me to suck it and to run my fingers along its length. She moved it so that the back end was pressing against her folds and my excitement ratcheted up a notch. I began to rub her clit as she moved against the black cock pushing it deeper in my mouth.
 
We continued like this for a few moments until she stopped me by slapping the crop across the bed stopping the tip next to the harness. I looked up and saw the raw passion in her eyes. I knew she was to have my virgin asshole. Inserting the dildo into its harness she had me help slide the straps into place and secure them tightly to her body. She ordered me to stand behind the chair back and bend to grasp the seat. I hesitated for just a moment eliciting a sharp smack to my right ass cheek followed by an equal stroke to the left. With my ass stinging, I bent over the chair and grasped the cushion spreading my legs slightly to match her standing height. She squirted some fresh lube on the black phallus and pulled the tangerine panties down exposing my puckered hole. She aimed the hot shaft directly at it and despite my better judgment, my body responded by pushing back on it. The butt plug had prepared me for the initial shock, but I was not ready to accept the pressure it produced as she began to slide it in and out. My balls slapped against the motion and I felt an orgasm building in them. I was not to have relief though as she sensed my approaching climax and stopped all motion with the shaft buried to its hilt. She then reached around to squeeze my cock in a painfully hard grip until the rush subsided.
 
She built me up to this point twice more before removing the dildo. "You've done well slave and are ready for your next duty." Grabbing the free end of the handcuffs, she pulled my arm behind me and brought the clasp shut around my free wrist. Reaching under the pillow, she retrieved a black blindfold mask with the initials "BB" in red thread monogrammed in the corner. She placed it over my eyes and tied it securely in place. "Continue to serve me well slave and you will be able to have me before you are released in the morning." I felt a second pair of cuffs clamp around my ankles. This time I felt leather straps and the connecting chain limited my ability to move my legs apart. With that, I heard her pick up the phone and say two words that set my mind racing in dread, "He's ready." New levels of panic coursed through me and I berated myself for not walking away when I had the chance. To my complete horror, I soon heard a knock on the door and my host's footsteps walking away as she went to answer it. I heard the greeting of a female voice followed immediately by that of a male. As they entered the room, I heard a gasp from the woman and a chuckle from the man. My face flushed and I'm sure it was a crimson red as I sensed the presence of the three as they approached.
 
The man spoke and complimented my host on making a "nice choice," running a rough hand through my hair and over my beard. The woman remained silent but I felt her hands as she ran them from my back over the shoulders and down my chest to pinch my nipples through the bra. My host told me that I was to pleasure each of them as they were her guests. "At your word Mistress," I said and slumped next to the bed. She then told her guests to get comfortable and to direct me as they wished. I could hear them removing their clothes and pouring drinks. The soft click of a lighter and the sweet sharp and familiar aroma of smoke signaled that my host had lit another cigarette. The bulge quickly developed in my panties even though I felt like I was on exhibit.
 
The woman approached first. I felt her hand again on my face and she traced her fingers across my lips. Pulling me towards her, I felt her bare skin. Without speaking she pressed her fingers to my lips and then moved closer. My hot breath reflected back to me and I tilted my head forward to find that my lips were at her cleavage. I kissed the tops of her breasts and used my tongue to moisten the material covering her nipples. Unclasping her bra, she let it slide to her lap and I was able to lick and suck upon her fleshy orbs. She pushed my head further down and with my eyes covered; the smell of her arousal seemed more intense and mingled with traces of perfume. I licked at the flesh surrounding her underwear and ran my tongue along her seam pushing the material between her lips. She let out a soft moan. Mistress directed me to remove her panties and I awkwardly slid them down her thighs pulling at the material with my teeth causing slight shivers when they touched her hot skin.
 
Returning my mouth to her sex, I discovered that she was completely shaven clean. I alternated hot kisses with licks and probes of my tongue. Attention to her clitoris was rewarded with her arching her hips to me. Sucking and gently biting at it elicited moans of pleasure and it wasn't long before I had her pulling my face tighter to her. Increasing my tempo and plunging my tongue in as far as I could set off spasms of an orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. She finally released her grip on my head and allowed me to breathe.
 
"My turn," whispered the male voice into my ear. I involuntarily shivered from its closeness and the ramifications of that message. I had never been with a man before and had never even seen another penis up close. Now, I felt one pressed into my back. He asked the woman for some lipstick and if she would put some on "his cocksucker." I started to try to pull away but he held my shoulders. The air whistled nearby and I felt the hot pain spread like flames across my buttocks. "You ARE to pleasure my guest." With my hands and feet in shackles, I really had no hope of escape, and I lowered my head in submission. The woman applied some lipstick circling my mouth a few times with broad gentle strokes. The man stepped around in front of me and without wasting time placed the head of his cock at my lips. I opened them slightly and used my tongue to open the end slit and taste a drop of his precum. He pushed more insistently and my jaw lowered so that he could slide the head inside. The heat coming from his cock was what most amazed me and it felt very different from the sensations I felt sucking the black dildo. It was definitely thicker around than my cock and as I tried to get more in my mouth, I began to feel a stir of arousal over the intimacy of the action. I had often wondered what a woman felt when she was sucking me. I now knew what a sensory experience it could be. The soft hardness, the salty taste and aroma, and the heat combined to overload my receptors and draw me into the experience. I began to move, suck, and lick in motions that I knew excited me. "That's a good cocksucker," came the reply. I continued to work up and down and could taste the salty sweat upon his skin. I felt a woman's hand reach to cup his balls and sensed that he must be close. Before I could get him to that point, he pushed my face away and told me to kneel on the bed. He pushed my shoulders to cause me to topple onto my chest. With strong arms, he lifted my waist so that my ass was in the air. With little warning, he pushed at my hole. I tried to relax my sphincter muscle so that he wouldn't do any damage by tearing at my insides.
 
The woman moved to straddle above my head and ran a comforting hand over my face. She positioned herself so that when he pushed inside me my mouth would surround her vulva. His cock felt larger than the dildo. Its heat, very different from the latex replica, continued to astound me. After a few minutes of pain as he pushed to get all the way in, he settled into an insistent rhythm. I buried my whimpers in moans as I licked at her mound. With my arms clamped behind me, I was totally at their mercy. I was glad my Mistress had prepared me somewhat with the strap-on dildo. I could hear his breathing change and next felt a flood of hot liquid rush from his shaft as he grunted with his release. I worked hard on the task in front of me and her cries increased in intensity until she too climaxed. They remained motionless around me, clinched in passion, for a few moments before I felt them relax and let go. His cock slid out with a slurp as I collapsed on my side bathed in the sheen of post-coital sweat. My Mistress walked over to me and planted a strong kiss on my mouth. "You performed well slave. Rest now and I will be back soon for your reward." I was exhausted beyond belief from the tide of emotions and the intense sexual activity. My balls ached with fullness. I could not fight it and was asleep in moments. I did not hear the guests exit the room.
 
When I awoke, I found my host sitting next to me dressed in a tailored black skirt and white satin blouse. She smiled and commented that she was beginning to worry that I may not awake in time to claim my reward. She unlocked the cuffs allowing me to stand and stretch and asked if I would like to shower. That sounded wonderful and I sprinted off to the bath. Disrobing from the tangerine outfit, I noticed that the pair of royal blue panties I had first worn was sitting on the vanity. I showered letting the hot water rejuvenate me and relived the day as I washed to cleanse the traces of sex from my body. Toweling off, I gently stepped into the blue panties and turned the doorknob to enter the bed chamber. She remained in the same position sitting upright in the bed, her shapely stockinged legs in front of her, and with a long brown cigarette dangling from her red lips asked, "Got a light?"
 
I raced to her side and lifted the lighter to fire her smoke. She exhaled across my pantied crotch and presented a mischievous grin. My erection throbbed back with a vengeance and I eagerly reached to remove her clothes. When sliding off her skirt, I was surprised to find a pair of men's briefs—my briefs to be exact—underneath. I looked up at her and she broke into a wide smile, her green eyes sparkling with delight. We exploded in peals of shared laughter. "They look good on you," I commented, "but they can't stay." I yanked the briefs off of her and she did likewise with the panties from me. I climbed on top of her and was about to enter her when I stopped. — I closed my eyes so that nothing would distract me and finally slid my rigid aching cock into her sheath. It felt amazingly wonderful after such a long wait. She crushed out her cigarette, and we began to fuck like wild animals giving into our primal lust. When we climaxed, I nearly passed out from the white hot energy coursing through and between our bodies, blinding my eyes, and clanging in my ears. We held each other until our heartbeats had returned to normal. In the end, I was glad I had not opted to flee as it was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had.
 
It was already morning and I had to get dressed and get to the airport in an hour. I reached to pick up my briefs but instead saw her dangling the royal blue panties from her finger. I smiled and stepped into my souvenir underwear. I learned that my erotic companion lived nearby and that she and her husband occasionally checked into this hotel to see what excitement they could stir up. He was the male guest that had visited last night. The female was a friend that they just met at the bar. She thanked me for the adventure and I thanked her taking me beyond myself and my boundaries for one unforgettable day.
 
I was late getting to the airport and barely made it to the gate on time. The other passengers were already on board and I was the last to cross the gangway before they retracted it. I sat down next to my boss. She told me that she was worried sick about me and had debated getting off the flight to check for me. She looked to have recovered well regaining the healthy pallor in her cheeks. She said that she was feeling better after relaxing all day and had gone to the bar after dinner to see if she might run into me. I told her a story about a grand adventure I had in the city and that I had spent all night exploring its limits. She replied that I looked exhausted and that I should probably close my eyes and try to get some sleep. She reached into her purse and said, "Here, take this, it might help you block out the distractions and have pleasant dreams." In her hands was a black blindfold mask with the initials "BB" in red thread monogrammed in the corner. "What a life-changing 24 hours I've just had," I thought to myself as I accepted her offering with a crimson blush.

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