The hotel hallway stretched dim and silent, Prague’s chill seeping under the door. Carpet muffled my heels. I’d dodged the team party, faking a headache. Just wanted bed. Then, around the corner—her. The cute blonde from the morning elevator. Elke. Pouty face, golden hair falling loose. Our eyes locked. Mine hungry, devouring her curves. She smiled, soft, knowing. ‘Dinner alone?’ Her English perfect, warm. Two creeps at the restaurant flashed in my mind. I nodded, trembling. She touched my arm. Electric. ‘My room? Room service safer.’ Heart slammed. This was it. My virgin lips on a woman. Secret kept from boyfriend, friends, family. I followed. Door clicked shut behind us. Parquet creaked underfoot. Her hand warm on mine. We sat on the bed. She brushed my cheek. Tear slipped. I hugged her tight. Bodies pressed. Heat built.
Lips met. Soft, wet. Tongues danced slow. Clothes peeled off. Hers first—perky tits, pink nipples hard. Mine next. Naked skin stuck sweaty. Her mouth on my breasts. Sucked hard. Nipples ached, throbbed. I gasped, muffled against her neck. ‘Shhh,’ she whispered. Walls paper-thin. Neighbors slept. Any moan, they’d hear. Her fingers trailed down. Wet pussy lips parted. I bucked. Tongue dove between her thighs. Salty sweet. Clit swollen. She writhed, hand over mouth. Bed springs groaned soft. Light filtered under door—someone passing? Footsteps faded. Risk burned hot. I licked faster. Her juices smeared my chin. She came hard, thighs clamped my head. Body shook silent. Then her turn. Tongue on my virgin slit. Fingers inside, curling. G-spot hit. Waves crashed. I bit pillow. Cum gushed. We collapsed, slick bodies glued. ‘I love you,’ I breathed in French, English, German. Laughed nervous. Wanted more. All night.
The Contact
Dawn light pierced blinds. I snuck out. Hallway empty? No—elevator dinged. Man in suit glanced up, sleepy. Did he hear? My pussy still pulsed, thighs sticky. Back to my room next door. Door locked. Heart pounded wild. Shower quick, clothes on. Work blurred, mind on her scent. Evening: trays delivered. No restaurant risk. Door shut. Naked again. Fingers, tongues, scissoring wet. Bed creaked louder. ‘Quieter!’ Giggles choked. Her clit ground mine. Orgasms ripped silent. Sweat pooled. Exhausted, tangled.
Morning after, she left for Vienna. I lingered in hall, peeking her door. Shut tight. Back to France soon. Secret safe. Boyfriend texts platonic. But her taste lingers. Neighbors oblivious. That creak, those shadows—pure thrill. Will she call? Fuck, I miss her pussy already.