Stayover

The events that sparked this fantasy (mainly running into a very sexy man while not having much of a plan in regards to my sleeping spot) lay back about three months now, but in that time the thoughts I had then have sprouted into this little story. I hope you enjoy.

About 15 minutes long

He opened the door to the hotel room, holding the door to let me follow him in. He'd offered me this sleeping spot just that afternoon, after I had mentioned I kinda… failed to look for one in advance. It had been a very busy few months, and getting offered half of a double bed that would have gone empty anyhow was just the break I needed. He'd promised he would keep on one half of the double bed, and I'm sure he was good to hold that promise, though my head had started to wander off a bit…

We set our bags down, and I immediately let myself fall front first onto the 180cm wide bed, while he went to use the toilet. There definitely was enough space for two people to sleep on here, entirely separated. A few ideas flashed through my head of alternatives: I could strip naked, and let him discover my naked body under the blanket; I could also strip down to just my knickers, as I usually slept, and just act normal, nonchalant, and hope to tempt him.

I decided against all of that, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Who knows, maybe his promise was more made to himself than to me. I didn't know much about his relationship status, and if there was one thing I didn't want to become it was a secret he kept from his partner. If this was to happen, it had to happen with care and considered consent - not recklessly in the moment.

When he came back, I took my toiletries out of my bag and got myself ready for bed as well. As I returned, I found him still dressed in his day to day t-shirt and work wear trousers sitting on the edge of the bed. As he turned to me, his eyebrows furrowed a bit, and he timidly asked "I usually just sleep in my boxer. Is that fine, or would that make you uncomfortable? I can put on some PJs for the night…"

"No, no, don't worry, I don't mind, wear whatever you want," I assured him. "Actually I wanted to ask a similar question. I usually just wear my knickers, but totally get if that's a little too close to nude. I don't have PJs on me, but I can totally put on a shirt. Some of the oversized ones go quite a ways down my thighs…"

But he too assured me it was fine, though he did blush a little and tried to look away when I pulled my shirt over my head. I still caught him stealing a few glances as my tits were revealed, which I joyfully noted internally.

He forced himself to pull his gaze away again, and started undressing himself, quickly slipping under the duvet once he was done, clearly still worried about bothering me with his nudity, and only allowing me a short glimpse of his body. I followed him more unhurried, just after slipping off my knee-length denim skirt.

We happened to have quite a lot of shared interests, and so conversation was easy, and continued flowing as it had before we had entered the room. Starting with questions regarding technical details of each other's projects (how did that actuator end up performing?), going to private anecdotes (a friend of mine once build a fucking machine) and eventually more personal questions (have you ever used one in any capacity?) the conversation drifted further and further to the private, personal, and sexual, away from the clean, productive, technical discussions we'd had before.

Eventually I asked about his promise. "Was that just to reassure me you'd be respectful or… was there more behind it?"

"I didn't want to imply anything in that invitation, just offer you an unused resource. Just that this is a resource usually shared between… closer people, and I didn't want you misinterpreting my offer."

"You didn't want me thinking we were close?"

"I didn't want you thinking I'd have expectations of you for getting a sleeping spot from me."

"You didn't want me thinking you'd expect any form of physical intimacy so you promised physical separation."

"Exactly"

"Expectations are one thing, how about… wishes?" I asked, as I turned to my side, pointing my gaze at him, rather than the ceiling.

"What do you mean?"

"Are there any wishes of which the chance of fulfilment have been thwarted by your promise?"

"You can't just ask me directly, can you?" he snapped at me in an angered tone "You have to wrap your question up in an hour long lead up, probing at me until the only thing I can say is the thing you want me to."

"So you would like to come here and be closer?"

"Yes of course I would," he responded, exasperated.

"Is that really a given? That's really quite flattering! Well, too bad you made a promise, and can't cuddle up to me now," I tease.

"So you don't want me to? Why even go through all of this, if it ends with us staying on our respective bedsides?" he retorted, annoyed.

"I said neither of those things. I'd love to cuddle. You made a promise. I did not. I just happen to enjoy teasing a little," I explained as I shuffled my body over until we were shoulder to shoulder.

"Now I'm on your side of the bed. No need to break your promise," I explained, as I rolled to wrap my arm around his chest, nuzzling my face into the side of his neck.

He turned towards me too, our naked torsos pushing against each other, as his strong and dexterous hands pulled me harder against him. Soon they started wandering across my back, up to my shoulders, down towards my hips, stopping on my waist, retreating back up towards my shoulders, scared to overstep should his hands reach further.

Pulling him in tight again I whispered in his ear "I love being touched. I love all of me being touched. Please, touch me wherever you'd like."

Understanding what I meant, the next time his hand went down towards my hips it continued its journey, down my hip, fingers spreading across my ass, as he pulled me against himself again, this time not just my torso, but my hips too, my thigh pressing into his crotch, so I could feel his hardening cock through his boxers.

Starting almost imperceptibly, with a slow crescendo, I started rolling my hips against him, pushing my thigh against his cock, and grinding my crotch against his side.

Small moans, muffled into his shoulder escaped my mouth as his breathing got heavy. His hand, no longer travelling up and down my back, had switched to kneading my ass in sync with my humps. I started nibbling at his neck, small kisses and bites, tasting his skin, the sweat of his excitement.

Then I realized.

"You'll be on camera tomorrow! If I leave a little bruise right here," and I kissed him between the collarbone and his neck "it'll be recorded, and I can think back to tonight by looking at that clip.".

"You want me to go on camera with an obvious hickey?" he asked, like I was insane.

"Well… yes. It would be pretty nice to have a reminder of tonight. Of course, I would never mark someone up without their consent! But consider, you could reminisce with it too…"

"You make a good argument… but I'm afraid I really don't want to be recorded with those marks visible," he reasoned, and I accepted.

"Fair enough. What about hidden marks elsewhere though? Where your clothes will cover them?" I pushed him onto his back, climbing on top, and planted a kiss onto his chest. "Like there!"

"Or what about here?" another kiss onto the right side of his torso, right at the bottom of his rib cage.

"Maybe here?" a kiss just above his bellybutton.

Another kiss landed on his hip, then his thigh, all in quick succession, not giving him the time to actually respond to any of my suggestions before I had picked out each new spot I could potentially mark.

Finally I locked eyes with him, as I slowly moved my mouth towards his crotch "Or how about instead of sucking a mark onto your skin I suck on this?" giving the tip of his, by now rock-hard cock a little kiss through his boxers, maintaining that eye contact.

He bit his lip, nodded excitedly, and made a "mhhhmm" noise, which I took as a pretty clear yes.

I gently caressed his dick through his boxers, stroking my hand along his length, circling my thumb a few times on the underside right where the head meets shaft, before stroking back down and repeating. Simultaneously my mouth peppered his side and belly with little kisses and bites, only interrupted by the little looks up to him, to see his reaction, his hitched breath, his lustful look back down at me.

Until eventually my own lust got the better of me, and I hooked my hand into the side of his boxers and pulled. As he lifted his hips I slid them off of him

His dick sprung free, and he kicked his boxers off. I positioned myself between his knees, caressing his thighs with my hands, while my face brushed along their inside, towards his balls, occasionally stopping to give those thighs another little kiss.

After a torturous minute of slow progress my lips met his scrotum and my tongue began exploring. Lapping at his sack and slowly, ever so slowly, working my way up along the shaft and towards the tip. Licks, kisses, and little sidewards sucks, each of which made him shudder just a little, until his entire cock, every single square millimeter of it, was covered in my slick saliva, and I had arrived at my destination.

As my tongue circled around his tip he reached his hand down to my head, stroking and petting it as he gasped and tensed at my kisses and lightly begged "please please please take it in".

Finally satisfied with my teasing, with my power over him established, I slowly lowered my head down, sliding my lips over him, sucking them tightly around his girth, past the head, and along the shaft, feeling every vein slide along my lips and onto my tongue, on my sucked in cheeks, and his tip pushing along my soft palate, until it hit the resistance of my throat.

I released some of the suction, pulled back a little and relaxed. With a slightly different angle but just as slowly, I pushed my head back down, towards that resistance, and past it, my eyes watering, as his head entered my throat, and my lips reached the base of his cock.

Three, maybe four seconds I held him there, only varying the amount of suction, and moving my tongue side to side a little, listening for his gasps of disbelieve, his moans of pleasure, those sounds that only serve to fuel my lust, before pulling him back out, and returning to kisses and sucks from the outside.

"More," I heard him plead through his moans "Please more"

"You want more?" I perked up, now even pausing the little kisses, only stroking my thumb lightly over his shaft "I'll give you more under one condition: Next time we do this, and I do very much hope that there'll be a next time, the power balance will be inverted. Next time you'll fuck my face until tears stream down my cheeks and I either can't take anymore, or you've cum deep down my throat. That is my condition for giving you more."

"Okay, okay, please just keep going, I need to feel your mouth again" he begged in that beautiful, tense, needy tone that makes me feel oh so powerful.

Satisfied with that, and looking forward to next time, I took his cock back in. Faster this time, rhythmically sucking, bobbing my head to his ever-increasing moans, dragging the head of it along the roof of my mouth with each stroke, tongue pressed tightly against the bottom of him. His breath quickened, hips pushing back towards my head with each stroke, accelerating, racing towards climax.

I gripped his thighs to keep pace and position as the room filled with his moans in concert with my gulps and gags. His movements turned jagged, a sharp inhale, then a short moan for an exhale with each twitch of his cock as he shot hot ropes of spunk into my welcoming mouth, while I continued sucking, only interrupted by the swallowing necessary to keep space in my mouth for his cock, milking him for all he had.

When he was done, I gently pulled my lips up over his cock, licking up the last little drip of cum that still sat at the tip, and pulling one last shiver out of his body with it, before crawling up next to him, and laying myself beside him, on my side, leg over his hip, arm across his chest. I placed a little peck on his cheek. And relaxed.

After a few minutes of those cuddles I asked "You remember that condition I set during the blowjob?"

"My head might as well be puree at this point, but shockingly, yes, I remember"

"I won't hold you to that, if you don't want to. I only said that because I enjoyed the thought of it in the moment, but making you promise me something, just so you can get you release… that was hardly ethical. I'm sorry."

"Right… Does that mean you only like that dynamic in theory? You don't actually want to have someone 'fuck your face until you cry'?" he asked a little let down.

"I… didn't say that…"

"In that case," he said, placing his hand on my cheek and looking into my eyes, "I'm a man of my word."