Charity Night (english)

3

The few floors up to his room are quickly overcome, and before I know it, the elevator door opens with a soft ding. My companion places his hand on my lower back and guides me to one of the few doors on this floor.

My eyes widen as I see that he has taken one of the suites here at the hotel, and I slowly wonder who this stranger might be, because accommodation of this magnitude is not exactly a bargain. Admiringly, I walk through the living area and open the double doors to the balcony, from which you have an excellent view over nighttime London.

I feel the heat of his long, slender fingers on my skin, and a fine goosebumps trail forms along the path he draws on my back. He seems to know exactly what he's doing and how to touch a woman to make her almost powerless. The coldness of the iron railing contrasts sharply with the warmth emanating from him, and my nipples harden under the light silk fabric of my dress.

He plants light kisses on my neck and shoulder and repeatedly runs the tips of his fingers up and down my sides. I can't help it, and a soft sound escapes me between sighing and moaning, and I involuntarily tilt my head back as he envelops me from behind and gently kneads my breasts.

Slowly, he pushes the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my upper body to the cool night air, which makes me shiver slightly. When I try to turn to face him, he stops me by pressing tightly against me from behind and rubbing his groin against my buttocks. Through the thin fabric of our clothes, I can feel that he is more than ready for me, and the bulge in his pants surprises me a little.

Again and again, his hands roam over my upper body, caressing my breasts, teasingly pinching my nipples, and lightly running down my sides to my hips, then towards my center without really touching it. His game is driving me crazy, and I want to touch him finally too, but once again, he beats me to it by pressing me forward against the cold railing, making my nipples even harder.

He leans over me and caresses my back, neck, and throat with his lips. Then, he gently pulls me towards him by my hair and whispers in my ear with a rough, deep voice that I should take off my dress. It's a strange feeling to stand there completely naked on a balcony in front of a completely unfamiliar man, but to be honest, it turns me on extremely. The anonymity has something wonderfully attractive about it, and I feel his gaze roaming over my exposed body, wondering what will happen next.

"Wait here..." he says softly and disappears inside. The tension that has built up in me subsides slightly, but as soon as I can hear him behind me again, I'm almost tempted to turn around, but I've taken a liking to his game and try to follow his instructions.

I realize that he must be standing directly behind me, as his breath brushes against my neck, but he doesn't touch me, which only increases the heat spreading between my legs to immeasurable levels. I feel like if he were to touch me now, I would melt.

He gently places his hands on my body again and caresses me everywhere. I feel like I'm on fire and desperately want to touch him too. But once again, he doesn't allow me to turn around, and again, he puts a hand on my back and presses me against the cold metal in front of me. A moan escapes my mouth, and I hear him inhaling sharply.

Then, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him, and before I can even think about it, he enters me with a thrust. He gives me a moment to adjust to him, then thrusts harder again, now filling me completely. His size is impressive, and I'm already high up after just a few movements.

I feel like I'm floating... He pumps relentlessly into me, and his hands are everywhere on me, caressing, kneading, or pinching every inch of my body. His soft curses mingle with our moans, and the thought that we might be heard makes the whole thing even more erotic.

After a few more pumping thrusts from him, my legs start to tremble, and my muscles contract around him as I experience the best orgasm I've ever had. He pushes into me a few more times powerfully, and then I feel him also finding his release. I let myself slide forward against the iron railing, and he wraps his arm around my waist to give me the necessary support, as I feel like my legs are about to collapse under me.

Slowly, he withdraws from me, knots the condom, and drops it carelessly. Then he picks me up and carries me inside and through the door to our right, which leads directly into a bedroom with a huge bed. There, he lays me down and then crawls next to me to pull me into his arms.

"That was insane. YOU were insane... Do you feel that? I just can't get enough of you..." He rubs his pelvis against me, and his erect penis pulsates hotly against my thigh. Immediately, the heat also gathers in me again, and I feel how strongly I respond to him.

Now it's my turn to pamper him, and to prevent him from even thinking about anything else, I turn him onto his back and immediately straddle him. He sharply inhales as my warm, wet center touches his manhood, and immediately he wants to push me away, but he's got another thing coming.

I slide down his legs and let my hands dance over his chest and abdomen. Then I take his stiff, glistening manhood in my hand and stroke it gently at first, then firmer and firmer. With his head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open, he looks like a god lying there before me, and the sounds he makes almost painfully make my bud throb.

With my tongue, I moisten my lips and then lick along his shaft and in a circle around his glans, before almost taking his entire length into my mouth. By now, his moaning is so loud that I'm afraid the neighbors might hear us, but it also turns me on extremely.

With one hand, I reach for the condom packet lying on the bedside table and tear it open without leaving his penis with my lips. Then I take him back into my hand and skillfully roll the condom over his shaft. Without hesitation, I slide back up and slowly lower myself onto him.

It feels incredibly good to have this guy inside me, and our movements are completely synchronized. It doesn't take long before we both send each other to Nirvana, and now we lie totally exhausted but more than happy next to each other on his bed.

After two more rounds and a quick shower, we're completely spent. He pulls me close and covers us with the blanket. His fingers keep tracing the path between my breasts up and down, and we exchange little kisses on our shoulders. Slowly but surely, we both lose ourselves in deep, dreamless sleep.