James emerged from the shower in the thick hotel bathrobe, still a little light headed from the cocktails he shared with Dianne earlier in the evening. He felt a lot better after his shower, but the exhaustion from his flight and the alcohol he had consumed was starting to act on the weight of his eyelids. He sat down hard on the hotel bed and turned to Dianne.

“It’s your turn now Dianne. Thanks for letting me crash here tonight! I’m just way too tired to catch the train back to my hotel!” He exclaimed as he began reclining.

Dianne laughed “You had a few too many gins tonight didn’t you!” she said while making her way to the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable, the bed is big enough for us both!”

James smiled sleepily as he watched her slip into the bathroom. He made a feeble attempt to wiggle under the duvet, secretly wishing he hadn’t drank so much. He had been enjoying the company of Dianne that evening and at moments had felt their old flame rekindling. Even after the years had slipped by since they shared a secret affair together, he still harbored a strong sexual attraction to her. Dianne on the other hand had made it very clear at the end of their affair that nothing would ever happen between them again, not for lack of James’s attempts.

James began to drift off as his mind filled with memories of the sex they once had all those years ago.

DIANNE

After sometime Dianne came back into the room, drying her hair with a towel and wearing light pajama pants with a singlet that had little sex appeal but seemed appropriate given the circumstances. James was fast asleep, half in and half out of the duvet with one knee up and legs spread. His eyes were closed and he was making a gentle purr as he inhaled slowly. Dianne couldn’t help but find the whole situation amusing. Sure, this would also have to remain a secret. Heaven forbid that their partners were to ever find out. But here they were, two former lovers who had endured years of secret longing, in a hotel room together thousands of miles from their normal lives. Dianne was adamant that nothing was to happen. She had suggested James stay on the condition that they be sensible and he was to leave early in the morning so he could get back to his hotel in time to change for work. Besides, after so long they had become quite strong at holding back their desires, and had formed a close friendship together, albeit even the friendship was a well kept secret.

Dianne lifted the duvet on the opposite side of the bed and slowly lay down under the covers so as not to disturb James. As her head rested on her pillow, James dropped his knee and raised his other leg in a similar fashion. This caused his robe to part, exposing himself to the cool room. In the corner of her eye, Dianne could just make out the light color skin of his inner thigh and a dark area she presumed to be a shadow cast by the robe. She began to consider the alternative “oh god, is that his dick?”. She resisted the temptation to look, but her curiosity could not be stayed. She lifted her head slighting to get a better view. In her head she was expecting to see a tuft of pubic hair and maybe his dick, but as she angled her gaze she saw James’s fully erect shaft peering out over his tummy. She quickly returned her head to her pillow, eyes wide in mild shock and amusement. She inhaled sharply, not sure what to do. “Nothing! It’s natural, he’s sleeping and all I need to do is go to sleep too. Just don’t look again, close your eyes and go to sleep!” she scolded herself for overthinking.

Each time she closed her eyes, all she could see in her minds eye was his erection. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to dispel her mind of sexual memories she shared with him. After a few minutes of gazing at nothing and having little success quashing her imagination, she closed her eyes once more, only to vividly recall, in great detail, the times she had his dick all to herself. She could feel herself getting aroused as she fought with herself to stay steady on course and go to sleep. In spite of her best efforts, she, in almost pure surprise and driven by subconsciousness, found her fingers had made their way to her pussy and she had been very subtly stroking herself. She pulled her hand away quickly. “For Gods sake, go to sleep!” she told herself.

She lay there, trying hard to clear her mind and sleep. She had placed her hands outside of the duvet to ensure they couldn’t sneak their way back to her pussy. By this stage the room had cooled quite a lot. She could feel the cold air on her exposed arms. Having resisted taking another look down the bed at James, she felt certain he would be getting cold. After all, he had barely made it under the duvet. It had been about 20 minutes since she saw his dick, and in that time he had dropped his knee. She thought “surely he’s soft again now, and the robe must be covering things again…” as she cautiously lifted her head to check if he was sufficiently covered by the blanket. Sure enough, his robe had fallen back into place and his penis was no longer poking itself out for all to see.

Slightly relieved yet perhaps a little disappointed, she sat up a little more and reached over to push the duvet over him, being careful not to interrupt his sleep. As her hand pulled the duvet slowly over his mid section it caught under his body and slipped from her hand sending her forearm forward over his lower belly and shifting his robe aside. She froze, eyes wide, scared to move. Through no intention of her own, her forearm now sat lightly on his warm dick, still erect and firm. She hesitated thinking whether to quickly recoil back to her pillow or try again to cover him with the duvet.. “try again” she thought quickly, still feeling the warmth of his dick on her cool forearm. Taking extra care, she slowly moved her arm back, his penis gently rubbing along the underside of her forearm. In her head she knew she could have lifted her arm away, but something in her was allowing her to enjoy the fleeting moment, letting her absorb this accidental sexual connection.

As the palm of her hand reached his dick she paused again. She could feel the shape of it in more detail. Her heart raced. “what are you doing!!” she shook her head a little trying to shake of the temptation to gently wrap her fingers around him. She moved her hand back a little more, her fingertips now resting gently on his shaft. Her heart raced even faster now as her temptations began to overwhelm her sensibilities. As much as she tried to recall her hand, she struggled to bring herself to end the moment. “Just.. just a little more” she succumbed. Her fingertips nervously moved ever so slightly over up his shaft to the base of his tip. With every small stroke she told herself that it has to be the last, but with every stroke the temptation to continue became stronger. Her fingers gingerly caressed him, slipping ever so lightly up and down over the tip and back down to his balls. Her body and mind raged with ambivalence as she battled with the excitement over her nervousness. She glanced up in his direction, checking if he was still asleep. His mouth was slightly open and his gentle snore continued uninterrupted. As her stroking continued, so to her confidence. She began to wrap her fingers around his shaft, feeling the full girth in her hand while she continued a slow and light motion up and down over him.

His dick warmed her hand and her body began to warm with it. She squeezed her thighs together in small tight motions in time with her hands movement. Her pussy was getting wetter and all that had held her back for years from James’s advances seemed to be quickly vanishing. Yet James was completely unaware, sleeping soundly and being Dianne’s play thing involuntarily. The whole situation only made her hornier, the absolute naughtiness of the circumstances coupled with James’s lack of awareness fueled Dianne further. She sat up slowly and shifted herself down the bed a little. The images of taking his dick in her mouth she had fought off so earnestly earlier were now dominating her mind. She checked again to see if her movements had stirred James from his slumber but he was well and truly in dream land. She could only imagine the kinds of dreams he might be having right now while she leaned forward, brining her face inches from his dick. “What am I doing?!” she thought for a millisecond as her lips parted and slipped over his tip.

In an instant she felt hornier than she had been for a long time. The smell of jasmine from the shower gel he’d used to wash himself filled her senses as she inhaled slowly while her mouth slid further over him. Her hand held the base of his dick, holding it upright, aiding her to engulf him with her wet warm lips. James shifted slightly yet continued to snore. Unfazed, Dianne really began working his dick. She didn’t care if he woke up now, she was becoming so incredibly aroused by the feeling of his hardness sliding over her tongue and tickling the roof of her mouth. Over the noises of her lips and her sucking, she could hear his breathing getting heavier. Suddenly James let out a audible moan, startling Dianne causing her to recoil a little, releasing his dick from her mouth just in time to see streams of white cum spray up over his robe in unison with continued gentle moans. She sat there holding his dick in her hands while it pulsed a few more times, cum dribbling over her fingers. She was sure he must have woken up and she sat transfixed, unable to move, not sure what reaction to expect. As she sat there for a few more moments, James’s dick began to soften in her hand and he looked peacefully oblivious to what had happened.

Feeling as though she had dodged a bullet with him not waking up, she carefully released his dick and wiped his cum on his robe near where the rest of it had settled. Sheepishly she mused whether he may think he had a wet dream and she can simply pretend non of this happened when they wake up in the morning. Maybe by then the cum would have dried anyway she thought as she quietly moved back to her side of the bed and this time successfully pulled the duvet over them both. She lay on her side facing away from James and curled up with a small smile on her face before her tiredness finally caught up with her and she drifted to sleep.

JAMES

James woke sharply feeling as though he may have overslept. He took a few moments to appreciate where he was, feeling a little disorientated. He could sense someone in the bed next to him and things began to fall into place. He was in bed with Dianne, “That’s right!” he began to remember. He turned his head towards her, and in the dark he could make out the back of her head by the soft shine of her hair. He smiled, remembering the times she had stayed at his place, the times they had taken a nap together after making love. Through the fogginess of sleepy disposition, he started recalling briefly feeling like a dream was very real with sounds of sexual indulgence and an amazing sensation on his lower parts. “Oh my god!” he thought as he felt the wetness of his expelled cum on his robe “I had a wet dream!! How embarrassing”. Hoping to hide any evidence, he quietly lifted the duvet away and lowered his feet to the floor. Careful not to rock the bed, he stood up slowly, looking back to check if he had disrupted Dianne as he crept away to the bathroom to clean up.

After wiping away what he could and quietly washing his dick with fists full of water and soap, he dried himself of and just as quietly as he left her side, we climbed back in next to her. Lying there, he began trying to recall the dream. He hadn’t had a dream that felt that real in such a long time, if at all. His mind began to wander to memories he could remember. Times when Dianne had slowly slid down on him, capturing his dick inside her. Times when she had bent over, head in the pillows while he entered her from behind and times when they sat, her on him, locked into each other as they kissed passionately. He wanted to feel that connection with her again. He continued to lay there desiring so strongly to roll to her and take her, but he feared that it would only lead to her pushing him away and many more years of wanting to be lovers but never daring would continue.

He thought a bit more trying to ready himself for her to push away if he tried and to not let himself be upset if she did, “after all,” he thought, “what will change? We’d go back to sleep, wake up in the morning and pretend like it was just me being a bit tipsy and have a laugh at the whole thing” he lied to himself.

He looked in her direction again, “perhaps I’ll just spoon with her. That’s nice and I think we’ll both enjoy that without crossing the boundary” he lied to himself again. Delicately he shifted himself closer to her and shuffled in behind. His heart beat a little faster but somehow it didn’t feel unnatural want to hold her. He wrapped his arm around her and shuffled a little closer again, curling his legs to meet hers. Dianne snuggled back “hey” she said sleepily and took his hand in hers, pulling it up to her chest for warmth. He kissed the back of her head “hey” he replied, “sorry I woke you”. She smiled, although he couldn’t see it “it’s ok, I was getting a bit cold so this is nice” she wiggled into him some more. She looked back over her shoulder enough to show him her smile so he would know he was ok. He smiled back and kissed her cheek “it is nice isn’t it! Good night” he said and gave her a small squeeze.

Both of them lay there, secretly unable to sleep, both wanting a little more intimacy. James started to imagine his hand slipping up her top and resting on her breasts, it was so close already and he was certain he could feel her nipple just off to the side. He shifted his hand slightly just to confirm then hesitated as his palm came to rest over it. Dianne shrugged in a show of acceptance and pressed his hand more firmly against her chest. Realising she was awake, James lifted his head slightly and began to kiss her earlobe with the peak of his lips. He moved his kisses down her neck, gently sliding the tips of his lips over her skin in between each. She pushed her bum back into him just a little, feeling his dick beginning to harden. James knew they were both incredibly sleepy, but he also knew that this chance was not something to miss. He pushed back, slowly gyrating his hips and feeling his dick getting harder as it rubbed against her pajamas.

His hand slid down to her waist, gently gripping her hip and pulling her closer to him as his kisses moved back up her neck. She turned her head to meet his. His lips caressed her cheek as they moved closer to hers. He pulled her back slightly more, bringing his lips to hers. They began to kiss gently at first, their mouths opening slightly to feel each others lips between their own. Dianne let out a small sigh of satisfaction as their kissing intensified. By now James’s hard dick was pressing between her tight bum cheeks. He slid his hand further down, locking his thumb into her waste band and slowly pushed her pajamas down to her thighs. His dick now pressed directly against her warm skin, their kisses continuing with amorous intent. He slid her pajamas further over her knees, over her calves and finally slipped them off her feet before returning his hand to her waist. Their breathing was intense, catching short breaths as their tongues began to stroke each others.

Dianne lifted her leg slightly, feeling James’s dick slip in between and over her now very wet pussy. James pressed his groin to her bum, pushing his shaft hard against the outside of her wet lips. He moved his hips back a little feeling the tip of his dick slip back towards his goal. The wet warmth against him felt incredible. He slowly brought his hips forward again, felling his dick parting her lips as it slid smoothly inside her. She gasped and threw her head back while he gently bit down on her shoulder to subdue his own desire to moan loudly. The feeling of her pussy taking him all in was overwhelming. The passion they had before had come back in the greatest form of delayed gratification one could imagine.

His hips moved back and forth while she pushed back into him with each of his thrusts. Feeling his dick spread her insides, tingling and tantalizing every nerve both outside and in she couldn’t hold back her moans. Each time his dick filled her, she let out a corresponding gasp. His hands gripped her hips and his lips pressed into her shoulder as he moaned in pleasure. She threw her hand back and gripped his hair as the sex intensified. She needed this she told herself, she needed to feel this kind of raw passion!

James pulled out, holding back the desire to climax. He pulled Dianne onto her back and climbed between her legs. His dick slipped effortlessly back in to her as she wrapped her legs around him. He leaned in and began to kiss her passionately, feeling every flick of her tongue on his. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tight as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her with his hips moving up and down. His dick was harder than he could bare. He could feel it getting fatter, filling her up even more. Their bodies made wet slaps as they grinded together in a final dash to ecstasy. She gripped him tightly, her hands and legs wrapped around him. Her fingers curling in his hair. James began to move faster, moaning louder matching Dianne’s volume. She could feel his dick expanding her, his groin hitting against her clit. She threw her hands down to his bum and gripped it tightly as her muscled contracted and she came hard. Pulsating explosions ripped through her body one after the other like seismic waves. Her pussy kneaded his dick in ever increasing intensity to the point he could no longer hold back. He quickly withdrew grabbing his dick in his and and pulling back hard as his cum fired over Dianne’s thighs and tummy. The last drops dripped down, running down between her legs to meet her own juices.

James collapsed forward on his elbows either side of Dianne, leaning a little further forward to kiss her. “I wasn’t planning on that!” he lied smiling with a little bit of cheekiness hidden behind the kindness.