The 3rd Party

So, another trade exhibition over. It had been a busy day and I was looking forward to showering and changing into something more comfortable before having a relaxing drink in the hotel bar. Let?s face it;*at these conferences, it was about the most exciting thing I could look forward to.As I sat at a table sipping my whisky, I contemplated on my current relationship and tried to figure out at what point it had become so predictable and comfortable - okay,*I admit it, boring. I started thinking about those wonderful past days where everything was new and exciting. The sex was hot and plentiful as we explored each other?s newly discovered bodies, finding out what made each other shiver and shake to ultimate explosive orgasms. However, as relationships develop, so do routines, and what was once exciting became mundane. We needed more adventure in our life.My glass empty, I considered one last refill before going back to my room for a lonely session with my right hand and the porn channel when I glanced up at the bar where a couple sat. Both were beautiful and, judging by their intimacy, were clearly very much into each Ankara escort other. At that moment, the woman looked up and caught me staring at*what can only be described as*her curvy, goddess-like body. She was wearing a short cocktail dress that accentuated her long, athletic legs and deep cleavage that hinted of luscious breasts hidden within.Drawing my attention away from her breasts, I looked up to see that she was staring right back at me with eyes that sparkled with humour and a hint of a smile that suggested fun and mischief. Quickly, I moved my eyes away, not wanting to come across some bar-room lecher, fantasising over something I could never have. A quick glance up showed me that she was still looking my way and her smile had broadened further.She leant across and whispered something in her partner?s ear and they both started laughing. Jesus! I thought, busted! And now I was the butt of their jokes. I was just about to get up and make a quick escape, when the beauty I had been admiring turned on her barstool, uncrossing then crossing her legs.Was that a tantalising glimpse Ankara escort bayan of her pussy? Was she not wearing any panties? I looked up and she was staring straight back at me, her smile even broader and more mischievous. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Definitely no panties ? I could feel myself hardening as I visualised burying my rampant cock into her moist and welcoming pussy. God! If I wasn?t careful, I was going to lose my load there and then.It was at this point that her partner leant across and whispered something in her ear. As he gently brushed the inside of her thigh, he glanced up at me then whispered something else to her. If anything, her smile grew wider, and as they stood to leave I was rewarded with one final flash of her beautiful pussy. As they strolled past me, I felt her hand brush my arm and, as they left, looked down to see that she had dropped a paper drinks coaster on my table. Written on the paper was a number, just three digits. It must be their room number.I sat there for a few minutes considering what was clearly an invitation Escort Ankara to follow. I decided to have another drink whilst I got my thoughts together. Well! I wasn?t sure what they wanted, but this trip into the unknown was clearly an opportunity for the sexual adventure I so desperately craved. Decision made, I paid my bar bill and stood up to follow.As I arrived at the floor the couple?s room was on, I noticed that the corridor was deserted and everything was silent except for a low moaning sound coming from further down the corridor.As I walked down the corridor, scanning the doors for the room I was looking for, the moaning got louder and was coming from a door that was propped open, slightly ajar. I looked up at the door and, sure enough, the number was the same one as written on the coaster.I stood by the door, wondering what I should do next. I quietly stepped in through the door and closed it behind me. The moaning was quite distinct now and was becoming more urgent. Curiosity got the better of me, and I risked a quick glance around the corner to be greeted with a view of the couple, now naked, on the bed, she, lying face down toward me, whilst he lay behind her driving his tongue deeply into her moist, glistening pussy. As her moans grew more urgent, I realised that, without knowing it, my hand had drifted down to my crotch and was rubbing my now exposed, rock-hard dick in rhythm with her moans.