had tacked plastic tubing filled with red lights around the doorways to each of the couples' rooms. It bathed the hallway in a trashy red glow. I'd always treated the private rooms as my personal bordellos, so I welcomed the change. It seemed appropriate.
'Who needs to go to Amsterdam, when we've got our own mini red light district in Kentish Town?' I said.
Mark laughed. We entered the largest room, which was at the far end of the hall across from the one where we'd had our first encounter.
I closed the door behind us, as Mark lay our towels down on the blue plastic mats that covered the platform. It was a familiar ritual.
As I turned to face him, he pulled me towards him. He put his arms around me and kissed me hard. His tongue was insistent. His body responded instantly. I felt his cock grow hard against my stomach but resisted the urge to touch it. I wanted to make him wait. It was a role-playing thing, more for my own benefit than his. I wanted to build the tension.
'I haven't had sex in weeks,' I said. 'I'm horny as hell.' Comments like that build anticipation. Most men get off on being the first, and if they're not the ones to pop your cherry, breaking a girl's abstinence is the next best thing. In this case, then the latter was true. I'd gone weeks without, been too busy even to call my usual fuck buddies. I was really glad I'd not had sex in so long, because I'd hoped to see Mark again, and here I was finally getting my wish.
'I haven't had it in months,' he replied. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head so I was pinned against the door. He kissed me again. It was more urgent this time. It wasn't desperation so much as need. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
I grabbed his bum to pull him into me and he moved one hand down to his cock, rubbing the head up and down against my pussy. I felt myself getting wet. This time I couldn't resist touching him. But as I went to do so, he grabbed my hands again, pulling them above my head once more, and kissed me again. I loved the way he dominated me, the forcefulness in his touch. There was no hesitation in his movements, no awkwardness. I gave myself completely to him. I turned towards the platform and leaned over it. Mark put his arms around me from behind. I felt his hard cock on my ass.
'Wait a second,' I said. I reached towards my kitbag. 'I have to get a condom.'
Suddenly he pulled away. He had been just seconds from thrusting his cock inside me. Now I feared that the fumbling for a condom had broken the flow.
'Don't need one. Let me just give you a massage,' he said. He sounded apologetic. 'Is that OK?'
I got the sense he was having second thoughts, so I turned towards him, sat on the platform, and took his cock in my mouth. He held the back of my head in one hand and pulled me into him. I felt him get rock hard right away. He seemed on the verge of coming, but I wanted to take my time so pulled away. His cock stood straight out, at a right angle to the rest of his body. It was pointed right at my face, as though demanding I take it back in my mouth.
'OK, I'll have that massage now,' I said, and, without waiting for a response, lay on my stomach.
Mark crawled on top of me, crouching on his knees and pinning my legs together between his own. He reached for a bottle of baby oil he had brought with him, and I heard him squeeze some liquid out and rub his hands together before applying the warm oil to my back. His hands moved in long strokes, sliding from the top of my shoulders down to my lower back. I wanted to feel his cock swing gently against my ass and his fingers part my legs. I lifted myself up slightly as he worked his way down my body, offering myself to him. But he resisted. Instead, he moved his hands up and down my body, up and down, before concentrating on my buttocks. Finally, he spread the cheeks open.
'You know, I'd love your cock in my ass,' I said, giving in to my desires. I waited for his fingers to brush against my clit.
'Do
'Who needs to go to Amsterdam, when we've got our own mini red light district in Kentish Town?' I said.
Mark laughed. We entered the largest room, which was at the far end of the hall across from the one where we'd had our first encounter.
I closed the door behind us, as Mark lay our towels down on the blue plastic mats that covered the platform. It was a familiar ritual.
As I turned to face him, he pulled me towards him. He put his arms around me and kissed me hard. His tongue was insistent. His body responded instantly. I felt his cock grow hard against my stomach but resisted the urge to touch it. I wanted to make him wait. It was a role-playing thing, more for my own benefit than his. I wanted to build the tension.
'I haven't had sex in weeks,' I said. 'I'm horny as hell.' Comments like that build anticipation. Most men get off on being the first, and if they're not the ones to pop your cherry, breaking a girl's abstinence is the next best thing. In this case, then the latter was true. I'd gone weeks without, been too busy even to call my usual fuck buddies. I was really glad I'd not had sex in so long, because I'd hoped to see Mark again, and here I was finally getting my wish.
'I haven't had it in months,' he replied. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head so I was pinned against the door. He kissed me again. It was more urgent this time. It wasn't desperation so much as need. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
I grabbed his bum to pull him into me and he moved one hand down to his cock, rubbing the head up and down against my pussy. I felt myself getting wet. This time I couldn't resist touching him. But as I went to do so, he grabbed my hands again, pulling them above my head once more, and kissed me again. I loved the way he dominated me, the forcefulness in his touch. There was no hesitation in his movements, no awkwardness. I gave myself completely to him. I turned towards the platform and leaned over it. Mark put his arms around me from behind. I felt his hard cock on my ass.
'Wait a second,' I said. I reached towards my kitbag. 'I have to get a condom.'
Suddenly he pulled away. He had been just seconds from thrusting his cock inside me. Now I feared that the fumbling for a condom had broken the flow.
'Don't need one. Let me just give you a massage,' he said. He sounded apologetic. 'Is that OK?'
I got the sense he was having second thoughts, so I turned towards him, sat on the platform, and took his cock in my mouth. He held the back of my head in one hand and pulled me into him. I felt him get rock hard right away. He seemed on the verge of coming, but I wanted to take my time so pulled away. His cock stood straight out, at a right angle to the rest of his body. It was pointed right at my face, as though demanding I take it back in my mouth.
'OK, I'll have that massage now,' I said, and, without waiting for a response, lay on my stomach.
Mark crawled on top of me, crouching on his knees and pinning my legs together between his own. He reached for a bottle of baby oil he had brought with him, and I heard him squeeze some liquid out and rub his hands together before applying the warm oil to my back. His hands moved in long strokes, sliding from the top of my shoulders down to my lower back. I wanted to feel his cock swing gently against my ass and his fingers part my legs. I lifted myself up slightly as he worked his way down my body, offering myself to him. But he resisted. Instead, he moved his hands up and down my body, up and down, before concentrating on my buttocks. Finally, he spread the cheeks open.
'You know, I'd love your cock in my ass,' I said, giving in to my desires. I waited for his fingers to brush against my clit.
'Do
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