We lay together for a little while as I let you recover from your first coupling. One of your hands is exploring my still wet cock, whilst the other remains over your head where I had pinned it down.

As your breathing returns to normal, I grasp the hand that’s touching me and wrap your fingers around my shaft. I then begin to move your small hand within mine, masturbating myself with you. Your eyes are transfixed on what is happening, so much that you don’t even notice that i’ve bent my head down until your view is blocked as I suckle on your perfect breasts.

Soon my excitement is building quickly, and I shift so that I’m kneeling above you, my knees on either side of your hips. I’m still moving your hand up and down, and using my other I grab your other and move it between us. I instruct you to gently touch and play with my balls.

You do as your told, and you feel me stiffen even further. My hips begin to move, and now my breathing is the one to grow heavy and I begin to gasp in rhythm with your movements. I let go of your hand, trusting you to have the speed and pressure that I prefer, and I lean forward so that my arms are holding me up above you.

“Here it comes, little one”. You look at me just as I say that, and seeing your beautiful face and the excited expression on it is all it takes to push me over the edge. With a grunt and short yell my orgasm begins, and you feel my semen landing on your chest and belly. Within moments, it is over and I lift myself further away, causing you to lose your grip. I swing one leg over you, and I’m now beside you, squeezing the last drops onto your thigh.

You look down, marvelling not just that you’ve made me orgasm but at the amount of cum that is splattered on your torso. In an almost careful manner, as if you’re scared of what could happen, you touch some with your fingers, getting a sense of the texture. It is hot on your skin, but cooling rapidly as it spreads out.

Distracted as you are, you look up in surprise when you hear the shower start, finally noticing that I’ve gotten up. I come in with a slightly damp and warmed washcloth and begin gently cleaning you off. Once done, I toss the cloth onto the floor and reach my hand out in invitation.

You take my hand, and I help you out of bed, and we both enter the shower. It is crowded, as most hotel showers are at the best of times, but that doesn’t stop us from exploring each other with soap under the pretense of washing ourselves. We both giggle some, and as my arousal begins to grow under your touch, I excuse myself and step out. You look at me slightly hurt, but I explain that we have to go eat soon, and that I’ve got a surprise for you afterward. I instruct you to finish up, and you do so while I step back into the bedroom.

When you exit the shower and towel off, I enter already dressed. I help you finish drying, my hands lingering perhaps a bit long on your body at times, before I take your hand and lead you to the bed. Laying on the bed is a dress. I order you to put it on, no underwear.

The dress is relatively modest, with long sleeves and a flared out bottom that comes about halfway down your thighs. The material hangs comfortably, and is thick enough that you can tell you won’t be chilly even as evening sets in.

Thinking about the time, you look outside and notice that the sky is darkening somewhat and taking on the reddish hues of sunset. You step into some strappy sandals that I’ve also provided, and you take my arm as we step out into the hall for our evening together.