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Twilight ZoneIt was 2 a.m. and I’d been cooped up in my hotel room for over six hours, squinting at my laptop screen, tapping on my keyboard, and struggling with my lecture notes. There was a dull ache behind my left eye, a sure sign that a full-blown migraine was on the way. The sensible thing to do would be to take a couple of aspirins, climb into bed, and turn off the lights, but that wouldn’t get my notes finished.I compromised. I took the aspirins and soaked a couple of face cloths in the bathroom handbasin. One of these I placed on the back of my neck, the other I pressed over my eyes. The cooling effect lasted only a few minutes. What I needed was some ice.After checking that my key card was in my pocket, I padded barefoot out of my room and went in search of an ice machine. The last thing I expected to see was a naked woman come around the corner and walk towards me.She stopped, her eyes widened, and she tried to cover herself, one hand over her breasts and one over her bush. In the split-second it took for her to react, I had a spectacular view of a tall, incredibly beautiful woman with magnificent breasts. “I beg your pardon,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”“It’s me who should apologise. I can explain, really.” She had a soft, melodious voice that matched her exquisite features. She spoke quietly, aware of the hour and the hotel guests around us.“I’m sure you have your reasons,” I said as I stepped aside to let her pass. “It was a pleasure meeting you,” I added with a wink.“Exactly how much did you see?”“Enough to disturb my dreams for years to come.”Her smile was dazzling. It made her even more beautiful, if that were possible.“Then I guess there’s no point in maintaining this ridiculous pose.”She released her breasts and held out her right hand. “I’m Mandy,” she said.“And I’m Colin,” I responded, taking her hand. She made no attempt to let go. Our eyes met and neither of us wanted to look away.“I guess I’d better be going,” she said with a reluctant sigh.“Are you coming from your room or heading towards it?”“Heading back. My friend dared me to do a circuit of this floor.”“Naked?”“Yes, naked.”The word made her conscious of her nudity. She didn’t let go of my hand, but glanced nervously up and down the corridor. “How about you, Colin?”“You mean, what am I doing walking barefoot around the hotel at this time of night? I was getting some ice cubes for my headache. The strange thing is, my headache has miraculously disappeared.”Another dazzling smile. “You’re sweet, but I’m keeping you from your ice.”“No, you’re not. I wasn’t joking. My migraine has fled to parts unknown. Would you mind if I walked with you as far as my room? It’s only a few doors down.”“Sure,” she said, letting go of my hand.“Is your friend waiting for you?”“Yes, she’s keeping a look-out. If she sees me coming from this side, she’ll know I did a full circuit of the floor. And she’s timing me to make sure I don’t run.”“Ah, then there’s no point in inviting you in for a chat.”“That would be really nice, but — what the heck? Could I use the phone in your room to call her and tell her I met a tall, dark, handsome stranger on my naked wanderings?”“Of course,” I said, slotting my key card into the lock and holding the door open for her. “The phone’s by the bed. I’ll get you a bathrobe.”I heard her talking and laughing. When I came back with a fluffy white robe, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling to herself.“Thank you, that’s very considerate,” she said, standing up. Her breasts jiggled as she took the robe and slipped it on. I couldn’t help staring.“Everything okay with your friend?” I asked.“Yes, she said she’ll wedge the door open and go to bed.”“Excellent. So can I offer you something?”“No, I’m fine.” She tied the robe and sat back on the bed. She looked around the room and noticed the laptop and the sheets of paper on the small writing desk, and the open briefcase on the dressing table.“Are you some kind of writer, Colin?”“Among other things,” I replied, sitting down in the only armchair in the room. “Tomorrow — I mean later today — I’m giving the keynote presentation at a conference hosted by the local university. I still haven’t nailed the closing remarks.”“No way! I’m a graduate student there. What conference is this?”“You probably haven’t heard of it. Very dry academic stuff. Just a few hundred crusty old fogies with nothing better to do.”“So, are you some kind of professor?”“I have been called that.”“Wow! You’re nothing like any of the profs I know — I mean that in a good way.”“That’s a relief, because you’re nothing like any of the students I know.”“I guess they don’t streak around hotels in the middle of the night.”“Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. That’s not what I meant. Sorry, Mandy, I can’t help staring.”She glanced down. “You had me worried for a second. I thought the robe had slipped open.”“It hasn’t, and more’s the pity. So, does your friend make a habit of daring you to do strange things?”Mandy laughed. “She used to, many years ago when we were small and she lived next door. We haven’t seen one another for ages. She’s in town on business. We had dinner in the restaurant downstairs and she invited me to her room. That’s when we began reminiscing about old times and decided pendik escort to play some of our old games. Does that even make sense?”“Very much so, and thank you for sharing. How long is your friend in town?”“Just one night.”“In that case, I shouldn’t be keeping you from her.”“We were thinking of calling it a night anyway, so no problem there. Besides, I gave her the number of your room, just in case she needs to contact me.”“What line of business is your friend in?”“Precision instruments. Her company makes equipment for hospitals and laboratories. So tell me more about this keynote of yours.”My usual response to a question like that would be to mumble an excuse for not answering, to insist that it was far too dry and boring. There was, however, something about the expectant look in her eyes that made me start talking, and once I started I couldn’t stop.After years of teaching I can tell the exact moment when I lose a student’s attention. There’s something about the eyes, a shift of focus. There was nothing like that with Mandy. Her eyes sparkled with interest and encouraged me to keep going. I rambled on for maybe fifteen minutes before I forced myself to stop.“Anyway, tell me about your studies, Mandy.”“Where do I begin?” she said with a smile. She told me that after graduating with a degree in psychology she’d found a job with the PR department of a major cosmetics firm. Two years of mind-numbing consumer analysis was enough. She decided to go back to university and was now studying for a master’s in cultural anthropology, holding down two part-time jobs to pay for her studies.Thirty minutes had gone by and we were just getting started. There was an instant chemistry between us, an electric bond. We couldn’t stop talking.“So, Colin, is the absence of a wedding ring significant?”“Ouch, straight to the point. I’m divorced. Have been for some time. How about you?”“Not even close. I dumped my last boyfriend a few weeks ago. I should have done it much sooner.” She glanced at the digital alarm clock built into the bedside table. It was late, very late.“Mandy, I’m so sorry for waylaying you and bending your ear like this.”“I enjoyed every second of it. Tell me, Colin, how long will you be in town? Any possibility of meeting up again — for a meal, or a snack, or a coffee?”“After giving the keynote I have to hang around for one of those dreadful panel discussions at the end. Then the organizers of the conference are hosting a dinner somewhere. I’ll probably be late getting back, and I fly out first thing in the morning.”“Pity,” she said. “I’ve really enjoyed chatting with you and I’d love to see you again, but — ” She paused and our eyes met. “Colin, would you mind if I took a shower in your bathroom before going back to Barbara’s room? I don’t want to wake her.”“Be my guest,” I said lightly, but I knew, or at least I felt, that we’d crossed an invisible line.I went back to my laptop and tried to concentrate. It was impossible. I found myself listening to the sound of the shower and imagining what Mandy was doing.“Colin?” The sound of the shower had stopped and Mandy was calling me.She hadn’t locked the bathroom door. I pushed it open a fraction and said, “Yes?”“You can come in. I’m decent.” I stepped inside and found Mandy peering at me from around the shower curtain. It was made of translucent vinyl and I could make out her bush and nipples.“Would you mind if I used your shampoo and conditioner?”“Not at all. You mean this one and this one?” I asked as I looked through the small plastic bottles lined up beside the handbasin.“They’re the ones. Could you hand them to me?”She swept back the shower curtain and held out her hand. Her body was glistening with water and she looked even more beautiful than she had in the corridor.“The sun in splendour,” I said to myself.“Excuse me?”“My apologies, I’m at a loss for words. You’re a gloriously beautiful young woman, Mandy. I could stand and stare at you for hours,” I mumbled as I handed over the two small bottles.“I appreciate the compliment, but instead of just staring, why not join me in the shower? You can shampoo my hair for me.”“I’d love to, but — ”“I’m on the pill, and I aced my last medical.”It was almost as if she’d read my mind. Perhaps she had.“Come on, Colin. I’m beginning to get goosebumps.”I hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt. Mandy was watching me with obvious interest.“Very nice,” she said, “and here comes the fun part.”I pushed down my underpants and stepped out of them.“Impressive,” she said with a satisfied nod. “Hop into the bath and let me soap you. Then you can do my hair.”I was about to close the shower curtain behind me when Mandy said, “It’s claustrophobic in here. Leave the curtain open, at least for now.”She placed the bottles in the soap dish and worked up a rich lather in a face cloth.“Turn around and let me do your back,” she said. She started at my shoulders and worked her way down. I could feel the tension in my cock as it began to grow.She took her time soaping my buttocks. I felt her hand slipping between the cheeks and a finger pressing on my anus. I couldn’t help clenching my sphincter.“Relax,” she whispered, and pushed her finger deep inside me. “There you go, nice and clean.”After she’d soaped my legs she asked me to turn around. We were escort pendik so close that my erection brushed her hip. She smiled in acknowledgement and started working her way down from my shoulders. As she passed the cloth over my chest and under my armpits, and then over my stomach, my cock jerked in anticipation. I couldn’t recall the last time it had been this hard. Instead of wrapping the cloth around my shaft, Mandy reached between my legs and soaped my crotch.I experienced a moment of confusion. I was delighted — proud, even — that junior had risen to the occasion. At the same time I felt vulnerable. It was an illogical feeling. I was fully, embarrassingly exposed to the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. My cock jerked and became even harder.“My, oh my,” Mandy said. “On a scale of one to ten, I’d say you were at about eight.”“Make that nine point five. It’s my humble way of paying homage to your beauty.”“You do say the nicest things, Colin. I’m thinking we should move back to the bedroom.”“But what about your hair?”“It can wait. My mystic powers tell me that I’ll be needing another shower very soon — or maybe not so soon.”She closed the curtain and unhooked the shower hose to rinse the soap from my body. She avoided directing the hot stream at my erection, but my cock twitched anyway. We stepped out of the bath and I shook open one of the bath towels, using it to wipe away the few droplets still clinging to her skin. The temptation to linger on her breasts was almost unbearable. I was about to toss the towel aside and reach for a fresh one when Mandy said, “We should save it for the bed.” She took my towel and gave me a vigorous rub-down, carefully avoiding my boner. When she’d finished she dropped to her knees, closed her mouth over my cock, and sucked it gently. She drew back and stood up before I had a chance to gasp. “Much better than soap and water,” she said.“I agree. Infinitely better.”Mandy picked up the fresh towel, still neatly folded, and headed for the bedroom. I didn’t move. My jaw dropped. The sight of Mandy walking away from me was an epiphany, a revelation. A perfection of form that cried out for artists and sculptors to immortalize it. I forced myself to follow her.She was pulling back the bed cover and top sheet, and spreading the large towel. Her left foot was on the floor and her right knee on the bed as she leaned forward to smooth out the towel. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t made a sound but Mandy sensed my presence. Giving the far end of the towel one last tug, she asked me, “What are you doing back there, Colin?”“Standing in humble adoration.”She glanced over her shoulder. “How about translating adoration into action?”“As you wish, my lady.”I stepped forward and brought the tip of my erect cock into contact with her cunt, pausing to savour the sensation.“Anything wrong?” she asked without looking back.“I’m making sure that I remember every second of this for the rest of my life.”“Then let’s take things slowly,” she said and turned onto her back, her feet on the floor, her legs spread wide open. I caressed her body with my eyes, from the glistening petals of her cunt, to the perfect smoothness of her stomach, to the impossibly firm mounds of her breasts.“But not too slowly, my handsome prince.”I have no idea what made me do it, but I got down on my knees and brought my face so close that my senses reeled from the intoxicating scent of her cunt. I blew softly on the wet petals and ran the tip of my tongue along the outer edges.She sighed and whispered, “How did you guess?”I didn’t reply. I was too busy running my tongue along the edges of her lips, one at a time. I switched to a circular motion, up one side and down the other. My cheeks weren’t touching the insides of her thighs, but I could feel their warmth. As softly as I could, I ran my tongue along the inner membrane of her right petal, then did the same to her left. She responded with a slight movement of her hips, not enough to dislodge my tongue.I moved back a fraction and once again blew gently on her cunt. She sighed, encouraging me to go further. With my fingers I pulled the petals apart and probed her vagina with my tongue, pushing in as far as I could. I withdrew my tongue and my mouth filled with an indescribable taste. I closed my eyes for a moment before turning my attention to Mandy’s clit, which had swollen enough to peep from its hood. My intention was to run the tip of my tongue around her clit before stimulating it directly. I was astonished when the first butterfly-gentle touch triggered an orgasm. Astonished because I’d never known a woman to come so quickly.I don’t consider myself particularly good at cunnilingus. I’ve never had any complaints, but I’ve had women ask me to be more gentle, or more rough, or more persistent. I laid one hand on Mandy’s stomach and waited for the spasms to subside. When they did I kissed her clit and gently sucked it in. She groaned as the second orgasm hit her. We went on like that for several minutes. I varied the stimulation but the result was always the same. At even the lightest touch of my tongue she would go over the top. I would wait for the contractions to stop, and then we would do it all over again.I have no idea how many times she came. At least six or pendik escort bayan seven. Eventually she rested her hand on my head and said, “There’s magic in your tongue, Colin, but you’re going to ruin me for other men. If you’re ready, let’s do the deed.”I got up off my aching knees and, supporting myself on my outstretched arms, lowered my hips until my cock touched her cunt. She didn’t have to guide me in, my cock knew where to go. I waited a second and pushed slowly, stopping when I felt the warmth of her sheath envelop my glans. I pushed a little further and stopped. I resumed and pushed all the way.Mandy and I were staring into each other’s eyes. She smiled and I felt her vagina squeeze my cock. I smiled back.I withdrew halfway and slowly pushed in again. I began to thrust longer and deeper, watching her reaction. She sighed and from somewhere deep in her throat came a satisfied purring sound. I speeded up my thrusts, certain that I would ejaculate at any second. My cock had been standing to attention for over thirty minutes, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum for most of that time. I was seconds away from an explosion.And then something amazing happened. An electric current surged upwards from the base of my spine and my cock turned into a solid rod of fire. I know that sounds melodramatic, but that’s exactly how it felt. I had tapped into some new source of energy and the only limit on how long I could continue thrusting into Mandy was the ache in my arms.“I’m almost there, Colin. Please don’t stop!”I had no intention of stopping and increased the tempo of my thrusts. Mandy squealed and her entire body went into convulsions. I immediately stopped my thrusting and waited patiently, my cock buried deep in her vagina. She opened her eyes and teardrops ran down her cheeks. “That was simple incredible. Thank you, Colin.” A puzzled look drifted across her face. She reached down and gripped the base of my cock. “Unbelievable! You’re still rock-hard,” she exclaimed.“Thanks to you.”“Let me see.”I pulled out my cock and stood up. “Good God! Doesn’t it ever go down?”“I have no idea. It’s never done this before.”“Hallelujah! Climb up onto the bed and let’s do it doggie style.”Ten minutes and two orgasms later Mandy suggested that I take a breather and let her do the work. I stretched myself out on the bed and she rode me like a cowboy, jerking her hips backwards and forwards and from side to side. I reached up to steady her swaying tits, feeling their weight on the palms of my hands.“What are you, Colin, some kind of alien?” she gasped, panting heavily. “Your balls must be bursting.”“They are.”“Hold on, I’m about to come!” She stopped grinding her hips and waited for the spasms to subside. Releasing a deep sigh, she rolled off me and my cock slapped onto my stomach like a thick and very slippery rubber truncheon. She stretched out beside me and gripped my cock with her right hand, giving it several squeezes.“Tell me, Colin, what can I do for you? No need to be shy — whatever turns you on.”“Actually, what you’re doing right now feels good.”“Seriously? A plain vanilla handjob?”“I’m partial to vanilla.”“Guess what? So am I.”She gave my cock several firm strokes before changing her position. Cross-legged and level with my hip, she used both hands, one gripping the bottom of my shaft, holding it steady, while the other slid up and down, or round and round the rim of my glans. When the cunt juices that had covered it began to dry, she slavered saliva onto it and resumed her stroking.“Sheesh,” she said. “Have you overdosed on Viagra? I have never, ever seen anything like this.”“Neither have I, and I have no explanation. It feels as if my entire body is bursting with energy, and you’re the cause. My balls are beginning to tingle. Not long now.”Without needing to be told, Mandy did exactly the right thing. She slowed down her strokes, each one of them firm and deliberate. My balls contracted, my sphincter tensed, and a prelimary gush of clear pre-cum was followed by a huge spurt of white semen that arced over my stomach and onto my chest. A second, slightly weaker spurt landed on my navel, and the third and fourth dribbled onto Mandy’s hand as she waved my cock in triumph.“Not an alien, but a human geyser,” she said. “I’ve seen cumshots like that in porn videos, but never in real life. Lie still while I fetch a wet cloth from the bathroom.”I raised my head and looked down at my stomach and chest. “That might be a good idea.”After she had wiped the globs of semen from my body, Mandy suggested we take another shower. “I don’t know about you, but I definitely need to do a little maintenance on my furry little friend, otherwise this room is going to smell like a whore-house.”We took a long, hot shower together. Mandy tilted her head back while I shampooed her hair and rinsed it out. “Applying the conditioner is a girlie thing. Leave it to me. I won’t be long. Why don’t you climb into bed, and if you don’t fall asleep, maybe we could do it again.”“Sounds good to me,” I said, stepping out of the bath.I didn’t put any clothes on, neither did I go to bed. I sat naked at my laptop and was soon typing way. All the pieces of the closing remarks fell neatly into place. Mandy came back, her damp hair fanned out on the towel round her shoulders. A rich floral scent accompanied her into the room.“How’s it going?” she asked me.“Surprisingly well. You’ve inspired me.”“Could I inspire you to come back to bed and pick up where we left off?”“Absolutely.”

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