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A Flash at the Hotel Bar

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: vie_secrete Posted on: 18 Feb 2004 2 comments
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[i]Apparently, I must have looked at him a little longer than is usual, and he spread his legs a little, while placing his hand right on his scrotch. Nervously, I drank a zip of my scotch and looked back. [/i]During summer last year, after a long day at work in a foreign city (and with an early-morning appointment the next day), I returned back to the hotel, too exhausted to explore the city any further. Instead, I made my way to the rather empty hotel bar and ordered a glass of scotch, no ice. Still in my suit, I sat down at an empty table and began browsing through the morning newspapers, always amazed by the fact that grammatically misconstrued platitudes could be taken seriously as world politics. The bar was basically empty, except for a roughly 40-year-old, well-groomed and rather attractive professional sitting across from me. He wore a grey suit, a blue shirt, with an attractive yellow-grey striped tie. His salt-and-pepper hair was receding at the temples, but he looked very attractive and nodded in acknowledgement when I saw him. Apparently, I must have looked at him a little longer than is usual, and he spread his legs a little, while placing his hand right on his scrotch. Nervously, I drank a zip of my scotch and looked back. He was smiling, while his right hand was sliding through his zipper into his trousers. He opened his legs a little further, and as I kept on watching his actions with some---I assume---noticeable interest, he revealed his, by now, proudly erect penis to me, softly touching its head with his left thumb and tasting what must have been his pre-cum. He was clearly well-endowed, uncut, with a nice bent to it. Hearing the waiter approach, he re-zipped his not-so-little friend, paid for his beer, and---while leaving the bar---passed by my table, looked back, saying "Have a great night." He took his room key out of his pocket, showed me his room number, and walked up the stairs. I had become very horny, and my heart was racing a little faster. I finished the scotch, paid, and---without too much thinking---followed this man. Lo and behold, the door to his room, as if by accident, was left slightly open. I stood in front of the door for a few moments, took my courage, knocked, and entered the room. No-one was there, but I saw steam coming through the bathroom door. He heard me coming as, when I peeked into the bathroom, he faced me, smiling broadly over his attractive face, while holding his penis in his hand. At that moment, I did not need much encouragement to undress, and in a very comparable state, I stepped into the bathtub, where I was greeted by the jet of warm water and the smell of expensive shower gel. Like my body, his was essentially without any body hair, with his pubic area being trimmed. Without too much forewarning, or---for that matter---any conversation, he began to rub his shower gel all over me, my chest, my arms, my behind and---kneeling in front of me---my legs and, finally, what appeared to have been a really long time, my balls and my dick. What a pleasure, feeling his hands all over me, watching him looking up my face. He rubbed it carefully, patiently, and very sensually. He stood up, moved behind me so that I could feel his hot penis in the crack of my behind, while he rubbed my chest, my stomach, and everything else below it. His hips moved rhythmically, and the soap and hot water made the movements very smooth. I turned around, touching his body, first sliding down his sides, then his front, before looking at his---now ever more attractive---dick. I had always been a little afraid of exploring my bisexual side without protection, but nothing kept me from taking his penis softly into my eager mouth, moving my lips and my tongue softly up and down his shaft and, even more softly, around the head. The warm water of the shower, the moisture of the bathroom, with its dim lights and reflections in the mirrors, intensified the sensations of the tender skin in my mouth. He put his hands on my head and mirrored the movements, we were in perfect sync. I clearly felt the change, the increased tension, and I gave in, overcame my fears, and let him cum right on my tongue. "You're good," he said, while he gave me a towel. I still had a terrible hard-on, and he pointed through the open door out to the balcony. It was one of those very mild summer nights following the swelter of the day, and it felt terribly good being naked outside, overlooking the city during the evening. I stood there, with both hands on the railings, while he kneeled in front of me to reciprocate. His lips and tongue were delicious, and the silken night, the street lights, and the distant sounds from the city created an atmosphere of complete, almost surreal bliss that has remained one of the most remarkable moments.