He(Carlos): It was heaven with my cock in her mouth, feeling every last inch as she swallowed me, drawing me in and out, with her tongue wrapped around me. I never wanted it to stop, but before I could hold off, she had me blasting outwards onto her face. I settled back into the tub, knees weak, as I watched her dab the come from her face. I admit that a face dripping with white sperm was never a favorite fantasy of mine – somehow degrading. But as she smiled back at me after wiping herself clean, cheeks glistening with water, my heart melted. She actually started apologizing to me – “Sorry, I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me….” “Are you kidding me?” I replied, gasping. “You’re unbelievable! But there are other things I’d rather remember you by. So let’s make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door...” I slid forward onto my knees between her legs, bending over to suck her lips into my mouth. While she was distracted, I slipped my right hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside of her. She squealed as her hips thrust upward in the soapy water, taking on a rhythm of their own in time to my plunging fingers. I twisted my right hand palm up, the tips of my two fingers pressing into the spongy walls of her cunt above her vagina. I was going to find her g-spot or die trying….. I didn’t have long to wait. She broke her lips from mine, gasping as she grasped my shoulders with both hands. “Ooooh, what are you….?” The sudden clenching of every muscle in her body told me that I was on the right track. I pressed on the soft inner surface of her cunt, curling my fingers upward in a “come here” motion, caressing and drumming simultaneously at the moist flesh. Simultaneously, I bent my head downward, capturing her breast between my lips. I inhaled, sucking her breast flesh inside and trapping her rock-hard nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Her eyes rolled up inside her head, showing almost only white. Her hips twitched once, and then again, more violently. She pulled me down to her, biting my shoulder. I felt the pain, and I knew that there would be a mark that I might have some trouble explaining at home. But none of that mattered for now, as her body tensed into a bow and she cum. And cum. She shouted my name, she cursed, she shuddered as the waves broke over her, harder at first, and then gradually lessening as she rode the peaks of her orgasms and down the back side of her arousal. She cried out one more time, and then relaxed limply into the tub. She looked up weakly at me, and then grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me to her and kissing me deeply. “WHERE did you learn to do that?” she murmured weakly, after releasing my face from her hands. I didn’t answer, mostly because I had no idea myself. So I just grinned as I settled back into the opposite end of the tub. We spent the next half hour soaking, our arms draped over the sides of the tub. I let my feet rub over her skin gently, and I felt her toes doing the same to me. There was no more left to say – we had drained each other completely. When the time came, she slipped out of the tub. I started to rise, but she pressed me back down with one hand on my shoulder, and the index finger of her other hand pressed to my lips. “Not one word, lover,” she whispered. She dried herself off with a white fluffy towel, and then slipped on her black shift. She slid her undergarments into her purse with a naughty smile. “I hope I don’t have to explain this,” she grinned. And then she was out the door. It was another ten minutes before I could regain enough strength to pull myself out of the tub. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face, thinking only of my Carmen. I checked out early the next morning to catch my flight back home. I found myself looking out the window as the plane banked over Istanbul and headed south over the Sea of Marmara . What a trip! What a surprise! And what an amazing woman! I had no idea when –or even whether - I would see her again. But boy, I was ready to do it again, whenever the opportunity might arise. I never got tired of replaying in my mind those unbelievably erotic scenes from that night I spent with her. The vision of her face hovering over me as her hips ground sensuously into mine. The way she glowed when she was turned on. I couldn’t even take a shower without getting hard. And whenever I did, there was a smile on my lips. It was like the “gift that keeps on giving”. I wonder if her boyfriend noticed that she returned without her underwear? I know it is a blog site but just wanted good ppl in this site to share my fantasy. It is a bit long for those who can’t be bothered to read it all but for those who read, pls write your feedback. Thank you. Roberto…xxx

She (Carmen): “Are you going to give me a wash then?” I asked, flashing him a devilish smile and shuffling closer to him along the floor of the tub. I passed him a bottle of bodywash that stood amid the candles. The water level was at my midriff when I sat upright, and I raised my arms with mock innocence, waiting to be cleaned. He poured some of the white, creamy soap into his palm and briefly worked it between his hands. He looked up and smiled, pausing as if in a quandary about were to wash first. I gave him a silent growl with my mouth to egg him on, and his slippery hands reached forward, cupping each breast and slowly, softly kneading them, working up on my chest, drawing my nipples out. It felt divine in the steam of the enclosed room, the cloying atmosphere drawing some inner sense of naughtiness out of me. I dropped my arms and swivelled round on to my knees, sloshing a few litres on the floor in the process, and leant forward to give him a kiss. As he responded my hand wandered up his leg to his groin, gently squeezing his cock into action in the warm water. “Stand up for me,” I said, pulling away. He gave me a querying look then slowly did as he was told, being careful not to slip. I kissed the tip of his semi-erect cock and nudged him round to my right so that he was able to lean against the wall. I shuffled closer and kissed his balls a couple of times, gently, deliberately, sensually. His cock lifted out of the way by my hand. I looked up to see him smiling down, as my mouth took in one of his balls and sucked gently. I could feel him getting harder in my hand by the second. It was so sexy to feel that slow transformation, the heavy heat of the room combining with the intoxication from the champagne to make me feel like a naughty girl in a sauna. “I want you to cum on my face,” I smiled up at him, stroking his cock harder. “What?” he said, almost incredulously. “You heard.” I licked up and down his cock a few times, as much of my tongue as possible outside of my mouth for the benefit of his view. I looked back up as I started wanking him again. He was hard now. “I want to feel you shoot on my face. I want you to have that image of me to call upon, when you’re thousands of miles away wanking off.” I wrapped my mouth around the end of his cock, sucking hard. He gave a muffled moan. I pushed myself against his legs, my soapy upper body sliding against him. My tits were against his thighs, and I shifted left and right enjoying the sensation of my hardened nipples slipping against him. I was gently mouth-fucking him – not taking his dick all the way out, but just keeping the end inside my lips and sucking for a few seconds before sliding him back towards my throat. My left hand was reaching round, cupping the piece of his ass that wasn’t pressed against the condensation-soaked wall. My right hand squeezed the base of his cock, wanking the full length of his throbbing cock whenever I broke off to look up at him. “More than that, though, Roberto – I want an image.” I kissed the underside of his cock in between hand strokes. Tonguey, slurpy kisses punctuating my sentences. “I want to remember looking up at you like this. Being your little slut for the night. I want to remember making you shoot over me. And every time I have to give my husband a blow job. I can close my eyes and think of this. You using me like this. God I would love that.” I began wanking him faster, using my mouth more sparingly as I tried to drive him on to orgasm. “Go on. Cum on my face.” I could see he was getting closer. “I want to feel it shoot over me.” I gave another little suck over the head of his cock and felt a wad of cum explode in my mouth as he cried out. My mouth released his dick and I wank slower, pointing him at my face, catching the remainder of his juice on my cheeks and round my mouth. I convinced the cum in my mouth out with my tongue and smeared it around my lips and chin, looking up at him. I wasn’t at all sure if he was enjoying the sight or not. “Sorry,” I mumbled as his dick went limp in my still-shuffling hand, “I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me?” He collapsed back down into the tub. “Which is great,” he replied. “But there are other things I’d rather remember you by.” I began rinsing his cum from my face and chest where it had dribbled down. He passed me a cloth. I looked up and he smiled at me. “So let’s make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door...”

She(Carmen): When we got back to his hotel room, the romance fairy had been at work: candles, a filled tub, champagne. I instantly forgot my clock-watching, stripping off to slide into the steaming bath. We sat there sipping the bubbly at opposite ends, our legs brushing and stroking against each other in the warm depths. I playfully curled my toes around his cock and balls occasionally, blowing him kisses across the soapy divide. “When do you need to go?” he asked suddenly. “I dunno. I can’t see a clock from here. An hour or so maybe?” He sighed a resigned sigh. We smiled weakly at one another. “Well I’m guessing you’ll have engineering a trip to London soon, though, huh?” He nodded insincerely, putting his glass down and climbing out of the tub. He splashed into the bedroom and called back the time to me before returning to our steamy enclosure. I took a breath and slid down under the water, popping back up again almost instantly and slicking my hair back against my head. That felt better, what with the rising temperature.

He (Roberto): I glanced once again at my watch, and I saw that the timing of our return had been perfect. As we reached the elevators, she turned to me with a question in her eyes. “Come up to my room,” I said simply. She nodded sweetly and said, “I’m all yours!” And when I punched the button and the doors of the elevator closed, she reached up to pull my head down to hers, her lips searching hungrily for mine. As I opened the door to my room, I could tell that the maid had done exactly as I had requested just before I left. The bathroom had a large tub with whirlpool jets – not quite a Jacuzzi, but perfect for relaxation. I had asked housekeeping to let themselves in at a certain hour and fill the tub with hot water. I saw that they had gone one better – the tub was filled with scented soap bubbles, with two candles lit in one corner and a freshly-opened bottle of champagne with two fluted glasses in another corner. She was behind me as I pulled her inside the door and into the bathroom, so she didn’t see the tub until she stepped inside and I pulled her around me from behind. When she saw the bath, her hand flew up to her mouth as her eyes went wide. Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I had the presence of mind to reach around her and unzip her dress. She stepped back from me with her eyes twinkling above a sexy smile, and shrugged her beautiful shoulders, letting her dress drop to pool around her ankles. “You’re overdressed!” she giggled, as she stepped backwards into the tub and sank slowly into the welcoming bubbles. I sat down on the commode to pull off my shoes and socks, and then stood to pull off my shirt and pants. No matter how much I practised, I don’t think I could ever get the hang of effortlessly removing my clothes. As I stripped off my boxer briefs, I looked over to see her still smiling at me, her head bobbing just above the surface. She reached up with one arm to take my hand and lead me down into the fragrant bubbles. We leaned back at opposites ends of the tub, our legs silkily and deliciously entwined together. She handed me one of the two champagne glasses that she had poured while I was ridding myself of my clothing. We each leaned back, luxuriating in the warm water, sipping the sweet bubbly wine and letting out an “aaaah” of satisfaction. It was as close to heaven on earth as I had ever experienced.

He(Roberto): As we walked out of the restaurant, she leaned against me, her fragrance filling my nostrils. I needed her as badly as I ever had. She had told me what her limitations were – we had four hours left together, and I was going to make best use of every minute. I glanced once more at my watch, and saw that we still had half an hour before my little surprise back at the hotel would be ready. However, my urgency wouldn’t let me wait. I took her by the elbow and steered her into a quiet alleyway that I had noticed on our walk to the restaurant. As always, Carmen seemed to be way ahead of me. Taking me by the hand, we penetrated more deeply into the darkened alley, which was lit only dimly by lights from the apartments overhead. We reached a quiet spot next to a low wall. Not waiting for any encouragement, she lifted up her dress and hopped up to sit with her bare ass on the wall. I slipped open my belt and pulled my pants down to let my engorged cock spring out. She spread her legs and hooked her calves behind my thighs, drawing me instantly and deeply into her. It was like slipping into soft warm butter – she was so wet and ready for me. I leaned forward to clasp her to me, burying my face into her chest as I wrapped my arms around her. At first, I slid slowly in and out of her, wanting to draw out the sensation. This turned into an increasingly urgent fucking, the pace picking up, as she got wetter and wetter, opening her legs up increasingly wider to pull me as deeply as possible inside on each stroke. Her dress was getting in the way. “Take it off of me!” she whispered urgently. I slipped it up and over her head and upstretched arms while I kept my prickhead poised at the entrance to her cunt. Then I hunched my hips forward, burying myself once again in her molten wetness. She leaned forward to grab me in an urgent embrace. I felt my own need building up inside, so I lowered my arms to grab at the cheeks of her ass, pulling her toward me again. The shifted position lifted her up slightly and I felt the weight of her boring down on to my hips. I knew that I was close to coming. She reached down between us and I could feel the tips of her fingers reach down to titillate her hard clit as it pressed over the top of my throbbing prick. There was no holding back for me – I pushed forward hard, leaning down to suck her hard nipple into my mouth as I felt myself start to empty myself inside her in pulsating jets. This must have sent her over the edge as well, because I felt her tremble and shake several times, in rapid sequence. I could only hold on to her, letting my cock pulse increasingly more slowly as I came down from my come. Then there was just the sound of my rapid breathing, both of us gasping for breath after our panting exertions. I held her there for a few more minutes, not wanting to give up the exquisite feel of her body against mine, and her asscheeks cupped in my hands. Then I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder. “Errr, maybe you should let me down?” she asked with a giggle. I reluctantly pulled her off the wall and let her hop down to the ground. We had a crazy few moments after that, laughing and shushing each other as we felt around for her dress that we had discarded in the heat of the moment. I thought that helping her slip it back over her head was even sexier than it had been taking it off. Much to my surprise, I felt myself stirring again – I was glad to know that, at least from my own standpoint, the night was not yet over….. We walked back to the hotel with arms wrapped around each other’s waists, like lovers on a warm sultry evening. In the interest of mutual discretion, we separated just before arriving back at the hotel entrance, but our fingertips still touched intermittently. It was as if neither of us wanted to be too long out of physical contact.

She (Carmen): Our lips locked most of the time, tongues searching around each others’ mouths to communicate the erotic nature of the encounter, nails impressing when sensations were just right, my legs eventually opening wider when I wanted him to fuck me harder. I was getting more and more frustrated with my dress getting in the way and demanded he lift it off me. I raised my arms, he obliged with just the tip of his cock in my passage, placing it on the wall beside us. I threw myself forward, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him back into me with my legs and kissing deeply. My upper body was upright, right against him. I liked feeling him bang against my breasts in the cool night air as he fucked me. His hands gravitated to my ass, cupping my cheeks until they were right under, lifting me slightly off the wall and further into his body. He was virtually supporting my whole weight, with me impaled on his cock. I began to feel that crucial oh-so-sweet pressure on my clit from his pelvic bone. I let out a long sigh. I was feeling extremely naughty tonight. I wanted to make sure we went out with a bang in the next few hours. If he was listening to my breathing he would have known I was being pushed to orgasm. His own movements became quicker, more pronounced. His head was in my neck, his nibbles there and on my ears merely adding to the crescendo that was approaching. He lightly bit my neck and I moaned softly, reaching round and grabbing his butt. A light came on, not right by us but close enough to illuminate our scene of ecstasy. Suddenly we could see each other clearly again, and I decided Roberto deserved a show. I leant back slowly, placing my hands in turn behind me on the wall, and then leaning back further still until I was resting back on my elbows. I opened and lifted my legs, equally slowly, while he continued to screw me. When they were at the widest I could manage I mouthed to him “Fuck me” and lay back my hands pushing against the fire escape staircase behind and now above me. His hands shifted from my buttocks and held the back of my knees, helping my legs to stay high and wide. I moaned loudly to let him know I liked that. I squirmed beneath him imploring him to fuck me harder, faster. He did. And he was deeper than before. I was biting my lip, trying not to cry out, stifled moans occasionally rising up as my arms flayed around, not knowing what to hold on to. I began cupping and kneading my breasts as Roberto hammered me. I could tell he was close. I was too. Just to make sure I reached down between my legs and pressed my clit as he banged me. I don’t know if that made him cum but he suddenly gasped, stopped, threw himself on to me, his mouth seeking out my nipples as I felt him shoot, his body bucking on mine, his sudden attention on my stiff nipples helping me to join him. I came, moaning muffled “yeah”s into his hair, my feet in the air, one sandal off, my calves pushed up by my man’s shoulders as he kissed my tits in our afterglow.