Secret Married T-Lovers Pt. 02

Arrival/A Naughty Game

We arrive at check-in. The clerk hands us our key. "Yes, Susan and Sandra, room 303."

We make our way to the elevator. As the doors close, Sandra upskirt pinches me. I snatch her panties down, say "Naughty!" and smack her bum. We look at each other, kiss, and hug, then tidy ourselves before the doors open. We are both pretty sleepy, so we stow our cases and dress carriers in the cupboards.

We quickly shower together, soaping each other up, face-to-face. I love how my hands slip over her -- especially her bum. We stop regularly for hugs and kisses and little spanks, giggling away. We step out of the shower, holding hands.

"Turn round," says Sandra.

She wraps me in one of the big, soft hotel towels, and uses her body and hands to get me dry - slowly and lovingly. So nice when I feel her pamper me with the warm, fluffy towel in my crotch and in my bottom slit. When I am dry, I lovingly towel Sandra's front the same way. Then I hold her close, skin to skin, patting and smoothing the towel over her back, bottom, and legs. We spray each other with the light eau de toilette I'd brought, in its chintzy can. We feel so cute and floral, like bridesmaids preparing for a wedding.

After we dry our hair, we put on short satin nighties, comfy bras, and white safety panties with delicate crocheted hems. We sit quietly, side by side on the edge of the bed, holding hands. I am enjoying this peaceful, loving time, and I know Sandra is, too. I feel very calm. Finally, we slip between the sheets, warm, scenty, and feminine. Sandra's hand is resting softly on my thigh. Soon, we drift off to sleep.

Two hours later, Sandra and I wake up in each other's arms, eye to eye. We cuddle for a while, and kiss softly.

"You know what?" asks Sandra.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask.

"We are naughty girls, so let's play a naughty game!"

I wonder what she means. We roll over, and swing our legs over the bed, then stand up. She takes my hand and leads me through the room door into the deserted corridor.

"Most of them will be having a rest before dinner now," she tells me.

"So?" I inquire.

"Let's play a game -- I'll go first -- watch me!"

With that, she runs, barefoot to the far end of the corridor, where the elevators are. When she gets there, she pulls up her nightie hem and shows me her panties, posing like an art model. After jumping up and down cutely, with her feet together, she runs back, holding her nightie up a bit both sides. When she reaches me, she gives me a hug and kiss.

"Now you!" she says.

I'm quite nervous. What if someone opens their bedroom door? It must be about 30 yards, but it looks like a mile. I skip off down the corridor, making turns to blow kisses at Sandra. When I reach the elevator, I see the lights are counting up. It's on its way up to our level! I race back to Sandra, and into her arms. I reach and push the door. It's locked!

"Sandra, oh no! We didn't bring the key!" I tell her in panic.

Sandra smiles, and reaches into her bra, retrieving the contactless key. But then she holds it high so I can't reach it.

"Sandra! Well, I've got you!" I tell her, putting my hand in her panties and holding on to her cock.

We hear voices along the corridor.

"OK, I give in," says Sandra.

She opens the door and we hurry in, almost falling over. Have they seen us? I'm not sure. We keep cuddling. We are both panting with excitement. We're also feeling horny. We hear a door shut as the new guests enter their room.

"You know what," says Sandra.

I look in her eyes, "Yes let's do it -- but panties off this time!"

I spin her round so I'm behind her, put both hands in the waistband of her panties, and sensually, and slowly, smooth her panties down to her knees and let them drop to the floor.

"Right girl!" says Sandra.

In a flash, she whips my panties down. A cool, thrilling breeze comes up my nightie. We throw our underwear into the room and close the door. Now we're committed. We hold hands and pad daintily along, looking to left and right. About halfway, we cross arms behind us and put our hands on each other's nude ass. I feel my inner cheeks brushing Sandra's fingers as I walk, and I know it's the same for her, as my fingers get caressed in her warm slit.

"Sandra, this is the best thing ever," I tell her.

With that, she touches my hole.

"Until you did that -- it feels so good," I added.

We almost forget where we are, but we've reached the elevator. It's at our level, and empty. We press the "up" button. The doors open and we're in. The hotel has 15 floors, but above the top floor, it says "Roof". Usually, the roof level would be locked out, but there's a green light there, next to a keyhole. I press the "Roof" button. The elevator moves slowly.

I drop to my knees and put my head up her skirt. I handle her cock ever so gently, and start tickling the end of her foreskin with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh yes, Susan, yes!" She pants.

I kiss her cock firmly, using my lips to move her foreskin back. I love how her hardening cock feels in my mouth. I reach my hand round, and make titillating finger pushes into her hole as I suck her. I love how she loves what I'm doing to her.

There's a bump as the elevator reaches the top, so I stop and jump to my feet. I'd almost forgotten where we were. She takes my hand, and we venture onto the flat roof. We're met by an eerie howl, and a chilly gust of wind that blows our nighties up, so they flutter under our arms.

We look at each other with a mixture of worry and excitement. The concrete is cold on our bare feet. We pad round the boxy structure at the top of the elevator to the leeward side, so the wind isn't blowing on us. That feels much more comfortable. The sun is on us, too, and warms us right away.

We stand side-by-side, looking out over the cityscape, fondling each other: tops of thighs, ass cheeks, cute tickles on our erect cocks. A seagull lands on the edge of the roof, and seems to study us for a moment, before flapping away, making that keening sound of the ocean that seagulls do. Life seems wonderful, and very exciting.

I hold her bum cheek with a joyous squeeze, as lovers do when they hold hands. And Sandra responds with a squeeze of mine. Our eyes glisten with tears of joy. We turn and kiss and kiss and kiss, pulling up the fabric of our nighties that divided us. Our nude bodies are together in complete trust and affection.

"Oh Sandra, I'm so happy!"

"Oh Susan, my darling!"

We hold each other very tight, running our hands over bare skin, with a passion we wish could last forever. Sandra drops to her knees and my cock is in her warm, moist mouth. Her tongue runs over the head of my cock as her lips envelop it. The city is spread out below me and I feel like its queen. She turns me around, and I'm trembling in anticipation of what I know what she will do. She opens my cheeks with her hands and her tongue touches my hole. She kisses me there and then pushes the tip of her tongue into me. I'm afraid I will cum too early, but I keep my hands away from my cock.

"Oh Sandra! I need you in me so badly!" I tell her.

"What about lube?" she asks.

I whip off my secret pendant: a mini bottle I brought for "emergencies."

She flips the lid open. Half goes on her finger and half on her cock. She works her finger into me.

One, in, out, in, out, two, in, out, in, out, three.

And then the end of her beautiful cock opens my bum lips and nothing else in the world matters. We are sharing our bodies again. Her arms are round me, holding my cock as she pushes deeper and deeper. I feel the pleasure she is taking inside me and I love it.

As we fuck on the roof, it feels as though we are declaring our love to the entire city, without shame. I love the feel of her balls as they pat me. I know she wants to be so deep that we are one body, not two, together in ecstasy. I want that too. I lean forward, hands on the wall, spreading my thighs.

"I want your cum, Sandra! Cum in me!" I shout, far too loudly.

She thrusts hard, flattening my ass on her crotch. With each thrust, I breathe in deeply, squeezing her with my ass, and each time she withdraws, I breathe out. We are joined in the rhythm of our bodies. I voice each inbreath like a gasp at a lovely surprise, and each outbreath like a grateful sigh.

Sandra thrusts are getting urgent. I reach back and put a soft hand on her hip. I want this to last. She understands. She stops a short while, deep inside me, caressing my cock. I know I cannot last too much longer either, though I wish this could last forever.

"Now! Now!" I pant, patting her skin.

She bumps my booty passionately, working my cock, and I know that this time, there is no going back. I know she is about to cum.

"Susan!"

"Oh!"

"Susan!!"

"Sandra!!"

Her veins throb, her tight balls press me, I feel her warmth. She is cumming in me, holding me tight and close. At that moment, my own cum sprays out of my cock. Sandra keeps going, but slowly now her cum is in me. She is running her loving hands over my skin. The ecstasy rises in me once more.

"I'm cumming again, Sandra, yes, darling, yes!"

I push my ass back on her and she holds me even tighter, as I squeeze her cock in me and writhe. I hear a quiet squeal of joyous ending as the last of Sandra's milk becomes mine.

When it is over, we hold hands again, side by side, and all is right with the world. A kiss, a fond embrace, and two lovers in the light of the setting sun.

And, yes, after all this, by some miracle, we make it back to our room without being seen, and we are only at the beginning of our time together.