A Weekend Away Together

I'm not sure how we've managed it, but our whole weekend together, in a different city far away from prying eyes is finally here. Something I never imagined we'd be able to get away with.

We've booked tickets on the same train, but you'll already be on board when it gets to my station. Our tickets are together, but as we don't know who else could be on the train we have to make it look like we don't already know each other.

I'm both nervous and excited as I wait on the platform for the train to arrive. You've already text to say you're less than 5 minutes away.

I have a rough idea which carriage you're in, so as the train comes into the station I board in the middle and head towards the back. I have butterflies as I spot you, you haven't seen me yet and I have to suppress a grin as I remind myself that I'm pretending not to know you.

I do the typically British thing of apologising for sitting next to you, and bumbling about it being my seat. You follow along, making small talk as I sit down and tuck my bag under the seat. I smile at you, I can't help it as I try to suppress a nervous giggle. You go back to looking out of the window as the train lurches out of the station.

It's only an hour's journey on the train and we spend it making small talk or in a comfortable silence, watching the landscape whizzing past outside. Once we arrive at our station and the chances of bumping into someone we know are none, I take your hand as we walk the short distance to the hotel.

We drop our things off in our room and go back out to explore the town and the local area. We purposely chose this town because it isn't in a major tourist area, the only people here are locals so we're free to go out together without being caught. I have butterflies just walking around the town holding your hand, occasionally leaning in for a kiss when we stop to look at something.

We decide to have dinner while we're out and settle on a quiet looking pub near the river. You make a comment about us finally going out on a date. But I've never been on a proper 'date' and now I'm worried about saying or doing the wrong thing.

I know I'm making nervous conversations about random things but you seem to be happy. At least once the food arrives I have something else to focus on.

After we finish eating, you reach over and place your hand gently on mine on top of the table and I turn my hand over to hold yours. It's soothing and reassuring just sitting quietly and holding your hand, amongst the noise of the restaurant around us.

The weather is still comfortably warm even though it's getting late, so we take a longer route back to the hotel. It still feels surreal being out in public together and holding your hand, you squeeze mine as if sensing my train of thought. We walk slowly, chatting and following the path along the river, lights reflecting off of its calm surface. There are lots of people still out, enjoying a night out in one of the pubs or restaurants.

As a group of people go to pass us on the path, you drop my hand and move yours to my hip, tucking me against you to give them space to pass. I glance up at you and you smile, your hand dropping comfortably into my back pocket as we continue our walk. It feels amazing to get to do something so normal together at last, instead of sneaking off to meet in secret all the time.

I feel the familiar butterflies as we step back into the hotel. I know as soon as we are back in our room we'll be falling into bed together. I've caught your eye many times today and I know you're feeling the same.

As soon the door to our room closes behind me, I reach for you and pull you close. My lips are desperate to feel yours and I can't hold in the little moan that escapes as your lips touch mine. I cup your face in my hands as we kiss deeper, our tongues meeting hungrily as I feel your hands grip my waist. Our bodies are pressed tight, hips moving together naturally.

I moan against your lips as I slide my hands down onto your chest, flicking the buttons on your shirt open. I can smell your aftershave as I push your shirt off and bury my fingers in the hair on your chest.

You push me back against the wall, kissing deeply as your hands slip under the edge of my top feeling my back before coming round to cup my breasts over the fabric of my bra. I want you so much it hurts. It's less of a moan and more of a whimper when you bend to kiss my neck, your hands still gently kneading my breasts under my top. I lose all train of thought with your lips on my neck.

Quickly, you pull my top off over my head and bury your face in my breasts, your kisses warm and soft on my skin and I unbutton your trousers.

I push off of the wall and steer you towards the bed as you step out of your trousers. I'm pretty sure my clothes are off before we reach the bed. As you sit on the edge, I kneel at your feet and run my tongue down the length of your shaft. I take you in my mouth, running my tongue around your tip and enjoying the taste of you. You tell me I'm a good girl and that I should get on the bed.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and climb on to the bed. I bite my lip in anticipation, knowing exactly what you're planning to do, as you make yourself comfortable between my legs. I know what's coming but I still gasp as your tongue runs over the crotch of my lace underwear. Once I'm suitably wet and wriggling with pleasure, you slip off my knickers and lick me deeply as you cup my bottom in your hands.

I moan as you work my clit with your tongue so expertly. Keeping me on edge until you lick me deeply again making me cum.

You work your way back up my body. I think you've touched and kissed every part of my bare skin, I'm tingling with desire as you murmur that you need to be inside me. I open my legs for you as you press your tip against me. I hold you tight as you fill me in one deep thrust, crying out with pleasure as you move inside me. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of us joined together as one while you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I reach down and hear you moan as I squeeze your bottom, pulling you in tight.

I beg you to fuck me, to make me yours as you take me hard on the starched white hotel bedding.

Just as I feel the beginning of an orgasm you slow right down, each thrust still deep but moving slowly in and out of my pussy. I moan as you draw out my orgasm into something longer and stronger as we make love. I know you're close too as I tell you to cum inside me, to fill me up.

We both moan as the warmth of your cum pumps into me, my pussy pulsing around your cock. I keep holding you tight, not ready to feel you slip out of me and enjoying the weight of you on top of me. I hold you as we both catch our breath before letting you roll off of me.

I want nothing more than to just fall asleep naked in your arms, but I know we should have a shower. I let you go ahead and turn the shower on, letting the water warm up before I join you in there. You smile and pull me towards you, holding me in your arms under the shower and kissing the top of my head.

As we soap each other up, I focus on the feeling of your hands on my bare skin. You spend a bit of extra time soaping my bottom, telling me that I'm a good girl for getting clean with daddy before bed. I turn around so you can look at my bottom as you caress the soap over it. I hear you moan as you get to your knees behind me, kissing and kneading my bottom with your hands. I sigh as you rub your hands up and down my thighs, making my pussy ache. You tell me again that I'm a good girl, that daddy just wants to make sure I'm all clean.

You wrap me up in one of the fluffy white towels before wrapping yourself in one. I smile at you and you smile back, asking me if I'm ready for bed. I tell you that I am, I'm very tired from our long day. You ask if I've bought the pyjamas you like and I nod, smiling inside that I remembered to bring them.

I dry off and pull my pajamas on, white silk shorts and vest top, which feel great against my bare skin. I climb into bed and snuggle down under the duvet to wait for you. You turn off the bathroom light and slip your boxers back on, before coming over to the bed. You rest your hand gently on my cheek and ask if I'm warm enough, as you tug the duvet up under my chin. I tell you I am and ask if we can have cuddles. You smile and climb into the bed with me. I let you get comfortable before slipping my arms around you and laying my head on your chest.

It doesn't take long for me to start to doze off, wrapped in your arms as you stroke my back and my hip. I sigh contentedly against your chest, letting myself fall asleep, knowing the effect these silk pyjamas have on you, you'll be waking me up for round 2 shortly....