Hotel Room Bathroom

Peter's eyes were wide open.

His wife was just coming out of the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her.

"Gosh, Laura," he said, almost breathless, "you look beautiful."

She did not say anything. She paused for a minute in front of him, sticking out her chest so that her tits appeared to be struggling to come loose from the black bikini top.

Peter adjusted himself on the hotel room bed as he felt his cock stiffen. She looked so striking. All she had on was a black bikini, and it contrasted with the white background of the hotel room walls.

Beyond the panoramic windows at the far end of the room, they could hear people jumping and splashing into the swimming pool below. There was a hubbub of activity on an otherwise warm summer day, and sunlight streamed into the room uninhibited.

"You want to touch?" Laura asked, leaning close to her husband.

Peter stretched out his hand to grab her tits, but she pulled back at the last moment.

"Uh-uh," she scolded, wagging a finger at him.

Peter felt as though his brain was turning to slush. He salivated as though he was staring at one of the hotel's fine cuisine. He reached for his iPhone and started recording.

Laura did a little dance, hopping and skipping as she shook her ample ass. At 34 years old, she still had the figure of a twenty-something. Her black hair was down, and it was flowing wondrously beyond the back of her neck.

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's and her perfect model figure was very erotic. Despite being married for a couple of years now, Peter could not get enough of his wife. She was very naughty and her beauty still confused him just like the first day they met.

"Call him now," Laura whispered, turning to face her mesmerized husband.

Peter reached for the landline phone next to the bed and dialed room service. The familiar voice of the 25-year old guy who had been serving them came on. He spoke for a couple of seconds then hung up.

Peter's heart was pounding. Laura danced a little more before there was a knock on their door a couple of minutes later.

Peter immediately got to his feet and made for the bathroom. He did not close the door entirely, only leaving a gap so that he had a perfect view of the large double bed.

Laura strode over to open the hotel room door and there was Steve. He was a short, plump young man with blond hair and striking blue eyes. He had a naïve look on his face and he clutched a red wine bottle that matched his working outfit. His eyes lit up when they settled on Laura's beautiful body.

"Your bottle of wine, ma'am," he announced, stretching the bottle before him.

"Am I that old?" Laura asked, her beautiful, wrinkle-free face breaking into a smile. "Ma'am?"

"I'm sorry," Steve responded immediately, "I didn't mean -- "

"Not to worry," Laura said cheerily, "come in."

"I'm just delivering the bottle," said Steve, "your husband called and -- "

"Don't worry," Laura said, reaching out to hold his left arm, "he's gone down the hall to get some ice."

Steve immediately appeared to be nervous. He hesitated on the doorway for a moment, contemplating whether to get inside the room. Usually, he only entered into the private space of his guests when there was an emergency.

"It's a personal request," said Laura, winking at him.

Her body looked completely irresistible. She looked even more beautiful than some of the girls he watched on porn videos. Her husband was a very lucky man.

He nodded then stepped into the room. It was much cooler than the hallway although bright sunlight streamed in from the windows.

Laura closed the door and leaned on it, her eyes trained on the young man. He stood there awkwardly, wondering what was about to happen.

"Here's your bottle, as ordered," he announced in a quiet voice, knowing very well that he was struggling to control the erection developing in his pants. He swallowed.

Laura took the wine bottle from his outstretched hand and tentatively placed it on the small stool next to the bed. As she moved, her ass shook enticingly. He chanced a glance at her back, noticing that the strings holding her bikini top in place seemed to be loose. He swallowed again.

"I've noticed you staring at me whenever we're downstairs," Laura said, turning to him. Her tits were really large, and they seemed ready to burst out of the black top. He could only imagine how they looked beneath there.

"S-staring at y-you?" Steve could only stammer.

Laura nodded. "Don't worry, I won't tell."

A smile cracked on his face. "Anyway, it's a pleasure to serve you."

"But you haven't served me, yet," Laura said, stepping to him until her tits were squeezed on his chest.

He felt the warmth of her hot body and the flowery scent of her perfume. His curiosity instantly turned to nervousness.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your husband -- "

"Don't worry about him," she whispered in his right ear, "he'll be a while."

She started running her hand down his back. It looked as though they were hugging, at least from the perspective of Peter who was watching everything from the bathroom. He had his phone set just right, and he was recording every second of what was unfolding before him.

"Don't you want to touch me?" Laura asked, making sure that she was pressed on Steve hard enough to feel his erection. "Don't you like me?"

"N-no, I do, it's j-just that -- " Even stammering was proving to be a problem.

Laura took his right hand and slid it down to her ass. It was a great sensation for Steve, feeling the softness, the plumpness. He could not control the erection that was now spiraling out of control.

I'm going to cum in my pants, he thought to himself, this is crazy.

She took his other hand and placed it on her breasts. He could not control himself. He started rubbing them, feeling the hard nipples.

"You like?" She asked.

He nodded.

She stretched her hands to her back and undid her bikini top. It dropped to the carpeted floor to reveal massive breasts. Her nipples were dark and erect, and Steve could not help himself but reach for them with his lips.

In the bathroom, Peter was struggling to control his erection. The hand that was holding the phone was shaking. He was enjoying what he was seeing.

Laura reached for her underwear and pulled it down. She was clean-shaven and Steve would have confused her for a model.

Before he realized, he was jumping out of his own outfit with her help, everything around him seeming to be a blur.

Laura looked at his cock, excitement filling her eyes. He was completely erect, a lengthy cock that was throbbing with excitement. It was bigger than her husband's.

They were touching and rubbing each other now, standing next to the bed, stark naked.

"Your husband -- " Steve started to say.

"Don't worry about him, he'll be a while," she stated, shoving him onto the bed.

She climbed on top of him and wasted no time inserting his manhood in her throbbing wetness. Steve knew he was not going to last very long. Her warmth, breezy scent and wet pussy would make him cum in no time. And it was just as well; he did not want her husband walking in on them.

There was something very hot and hasty about the intercourse. She moved expertly on his cock, sliding up and down while her hands pushed her long hair backwards. Her tits were mesmerizing as they stared back at him.

In the bathroom, Peter was conflicted between committing his hand to holding up the phone and masturbating. He could feel a slight wetness in his crotch area as he struggled to keep his eyes on the scene before him.

The cacophony from the swimming pool drifted into the room, but none of the occupants seemed to notice it now. Laura started moaning, realizing that she was not used to such a big cock. It felt good, much better than when she was on top of Peter.

Steve was struggling to comprehend what was happening, but he did not give it much thought as his hands firmly clasped her ass. His cock seemed to sink deeper into her wet pussy and he felt as though his legs were going limp. He knew that he was about to erupt, and he could do nothing to stop it.

Laura was enjoying the ride on top of him, het tits bobbing up and down more vigorously. Steve had been under the assumption that they were fake, but he could now see clearly that she was all-natural.

He tried to control himself from moaning, but the sounds simply escaped his lips. The sounds became more pronounced when he felt cum gushing out of him like a volcano.

"Oh!" He exclaimed as he felt the warm wetness rushing out of his cock and changing the composition of her pussy. Laura held down his hands as he came hard, refusing to slow down as his eyes glazed over and his mouth flung wide open for air.

"Goodness!" He exclaimed again.

Laura could feel his warm wetness inside her and she smiled in pleasure. When she got off his cock, cum spurted out, making a mess on the hotel bed sheets.

Steve remained stationary on the bed for a minute, his cock still erect. She had come off it a bit early, and thick cum still gushed out. He stared at the ceiling, feeling the blood rushing back to his head.

What the hell have I just done?

But it was too late for many questions.

"Better get dressed," Laura stated, getting off the bed and grabbing a towel that had fallen down on the floor.

Steve sat up, feeling a little woozy. But he was able to quickly fetch his clothes and jumped into them as quickly as possible.

"I'll be calling you again," Laura said, placing the towel over her tits. She had a satisfied expression on her face.

Without another word, Steve quickly scrambled out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

In the bathroom, Peter had already started cumming on himself. He now opened the door and came out, staring at the happy expression on his wife's face.

"Don't get dressed," he stated, removing his own trousers and shoving his wife on the bed.

Downstairs, the noise from the swimming pool had gotten louder and the sound of splashing water rent the air.

It was going to be a long, wet afternoon for Laura.