The bridal suite door clicks shut. Silk curtains frame French doors to a private terrace. King-size bed dominates, sheets crisp Egyptian cotton, pillows plump. Balneo tub gleams in marble bathroom, jets primed. Sauna room waits, cedar wood scented, shower steaming. Hotel comps champagne, bucket chilling Veuve Clicquot. I, Anneclaire, art courier for elite collectors, collapse onto leather chaise. Eight hours driving hell, strikes blocking France. Élodie, the lithe blonde rival for my room, hovers. Her pull-over drops. Tank top clings, nipples poke hard through thin fabric. No bra. She ties hair in ponytail, exposes smooth armpits, slender neck. My gaze lingers. Heat rises, not from airless night. She blushes, eyes green, mischievous nose. Youthful, tempting. I pour bubbly, flutes clink. Bubbles fizz on tongue, crisp apple bite. ‘To unexpected allies,’ I toast. She sips, lips wet. Room hums with AC kick-in, cool air pebbles her skin. I unbutton blouse, sweat-sticky. Bra unhooks, heavy breasts spill free. Her stare burns. We circle bed like predators. Fingers brush arms. Goosebumps. Her hand trails my thigh under skirt. Fabric rasps. ‘Share more than the bed?’ I whisper. She nods, breath quick. Lips meet, soft then hungry. Tongues duel, champagne tang mixes saliva. Hands roam. Mine cup her small tits, thumbs circle stiff nipples. She moans into mouth. Skirt hikes, panties damp. Hers too, I feel when she grinds hip.
Clothes shed in frenzy. Naked, we tumble to bed. Mattress yields, plush. Her body wiry, mine fuller, curves earned in power lunches. Sauna calls. Steam envelops, wood hot under ass. Sweat beads, mixes with pussy slick. I pin her to bench, mouth devours neck, sucks collarbone. Down to tits, bite nipples till she arches. Legs spread, her cunt shaved smooth, lips puffy, clit swollen pearl. I kneel, tongue laps folds. Salty-sweet nectar floods. She bucks, fingers tangle my hair. ‘Fuck, yes,’ she gasps. Fingers plunge, two then three, curl to G-spot. She squirts, hot gush on chin. I lap greedily. Switch. Her tongue tiny, expert. Circles my clit, sucks hard. I grind face, thighs clamp head. Orgasm builds, volcano. Cums crash, body shakes. Balneo fills, bubbles froth. We sink in, jets pound backs, cunts. Scissor legs, clits grind slippery. Water sloshes, moans echo tiles. Her nails rake back, I slap ass red. Harder, faster. Dual climaxes rip, screams muffled in kisses.
The Privilege
Exhausted, we dry on heated floors. Sauna glows dim. Back to bed, sheets cool now tangled. Bodies entwine, sweat cools sticky. Champagne finishes, empty bottle rolls. Dawn filters through heavy drapes. No words needed. Secret sealed in luxury cocoon. Strikes rage outside, our world private. Fingers trace lazy circles on skin. Sleep claims, elite bond forged in lust. Tomorrow, roads clear. We part, memory burns eternal.
