Author: storyace, ace

Title; stuck together in a hotel room

Part: 1 of 4

Summary: A sweet young couple have to share a hotel room with an older couple during the airport closure in Bangkok

Keywords: M/f, F/m

3,500 words

I'd very much like to hear opinions about it, good, bad, or other.

Thanks, Ace

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Stuck together in a hotel room;

I woke up to the feeling of a soft touch on my back. I opened one eye; it was early in the morning.

It had been a strange night, and we had gone to sleep late. But I could see the other bed was empty, and we were alone in the room. The stroking on my back was nice, the hand reaching up under my tee shirt was warm and sensual. I relaxed and let myself enjoy his attentions, as he began to gently massage my behind. After all, we were still a couple. Why not enjoy the good part of our relationship while I could?

After a while, he got on top of me, setting his hard penis into the crack of my behind, his knees splayed out on either side of me. It throbbed there promisingly as he massaged my shoulders.

I was a little worried the others would return before we'd had a chance to do anything; Americans all ate very fast, and there was nowhere else to go for them but back here to our room.

I guess we couldn't complain. At least we were safe.

But the protesters had closed the airport in Bangkok, and we were stuck there at this faceless airport hotel.

And we had to share our room with another couple! That was very strange, but there was nothing to be done, no one could leave. We were told our reservation was only for 1 night, and it was really their room now. We were advised not to even leave the hotel grounds, even though there had been no targeting of tourists.

The other couple were American, Bob and Elisabeth from California . They were odd; she was young and pretty, but he was old enough to be her dad. They were both lawyers she confided to me, and he was her boss. It was very naughty of them to be together.

"What about you two?" she asked me.

My boyfriend Mario and her boss Bob were sitting on the other bed in the small room talking about cars, so they wouldn't hear me reply.

"We are together for a couple of years." I told her, "Since we're sixteen."

"That's so sweet!" she said.

"Well, yes, but I think I have to end it with him when we get home to Italy ."
"Oh? Why? He's so good looking."

I didn't answer for a moment, not because I didn't want to, but because I'm a little slow when I speak English.

"Small cock?" she whispered with a giggle.

"No, not at all." I said, embarrassed by her question.

"Too quick? You know, bang bang, I'm dead, goodnight?"

"No, Mario is quite... ok." I said, feeling myself blush. I never talked of these things, even with my girlfriends at home.

"No prospects?" she asked.

"Actually, his family is very rich."

"Snobs?"

"Oh no, they like me. Actually, it will be harder for me to break up with them than with him. The problem is that he likes to enjoy life too much; for Mario, life is one party. I want to go to university when I get back."

"Time to get serious, huh?"

"Exactly."

"Have you told him yet?"

"No. I don't know how to."

We talked about that at length, she seemed so worldly compared to me. She was 33 and had been in many relationships already.

"I could seduce him, that might help." She said with a laugh.

"Here in this little room?" I laughed back.

"Sure, if you follow along." She said.

It was odd to think I'd let those things happen the night before; because now I was feeling very affectionate about Mario. I reached back and took his hot sausage in my hand, lifted my rear just a little, and guided it to the right place.

AH! That felt good; his long hard organ slid into me, filling my small body completely, the fit so very right.

He set his palms on my shoulderblades, pushing me down into the mattress as he began to do that thing to me that he does so well.

I was feeling quite sexy; those games we'd played the night before were still in my mind, those feelings, the conflict and jealousy as I'd watched Elisabeth and him together.

She was a beautiful woman; tall and slim, with fair hair and a fine face. Not like me, I'm small with black curls. I have big breasts though. Big and firm.

Later that day, the first day we were stuck in the hotel, I was sitting on one of the two beds talking to Elizabeth ; I was a bit overwhelmed by her. So pretty, so sophisticated, and a lawyer! She was the woman I wanted to be. I didn't understand what she was doing having an affair with Bob though; he was so old, and married too.

"Let me give you a massage." She suggested.

"Why?" I asked, unsure of what she meant.

"Because it will make the guys pay attention." She whispered. They were arguing about sports now.

"Ok." I agreed hesitantly. I wasn't quite sure about it, but there wasn't much to do in that overcrowded hotel. We might be in there for days for all I knew.

"Take your top off." She said.

I was wearing a heavy bra [I always did, to support my big breasts on my thin shoulders], so it wasn't more revealing than a swimsuit really. I noticed the boys stop talking for a moment and look in our direction as I lay down on my front.

Her hands felt odd on my back at first. I wasn't used to anyone except Mario touching me, and somehow I was very embarrassed by knowing the men were there as well, just a couple of meters away. They were still talking, but less now. I knew they were watching. I forced myself to relax; it was all ok, I told myself. It's just a massage, it's nice; and as the tension left me, it felt better and better.

The American woman rubbed me, stroked me, cherished  me. It was flattering and sexy.

Her hands went lower, to the very base of my spine, massaging the muscles and just stroking sensuously. Then she put her hands right on my ass!

I guess I was expecting that, but it was still a bit of a shock. The boys stopped talking for a minute as her hands squeezed my cheeks, the thumbs pushing my panties a bit into the crack. My heart was thumping, but I just lay there passively. I wasn't sure how I felt about this, a woman touching my bottom like that; I thought about it as she squeezed and caressed me. I decided I liked it. It was an odd, not really sexual pleasure, but nice.

She moved down to my thighs, then did my calves and feet, as though her massage of my ass was just a normal part of it all. The boys were talking again, about boats or something stupid like that.

Later, I got to talking to Bob While Elizabeth was talking to Mario. We were all sitting on the two beds, since other than that there was only two hard chairs in the room.

I noticed she had her hand on his thigh as she laughed at something he said. I wondered; would she really do it? I hadn't taken her seriously when she'd said she would seduce him, but after she'd massaged my ass, I wasn't sure.

"Sonia," she said to me about a half hour later, "You don't mind if I give your boyfriend a little shoulder rub, do you? He's all tense."
She had a hand on his shoulder already.

"Go ahead." I said, remembering I'd told her I'd go along with whatever she did.

"Take your shirt off." She told him.

He looked at me, and I just nodded for him to go ahead.

I was excited and afraid, even though I was sure nothing would come of this. It was just fun, a bit of flirtation.

The pretty lawyer from America began to rub my boyfriend's back, kneeling over his half naked body. She sat down on his ass, her groin open as she worked. I tried to keep my conversation going with Bob, but we were both more interested in where Elizabeth 's hands might go as she massaged Mario.

I was surprised how knowledgeable Bob was about so many subjects. I wasn't sure what I wanted to study exactly, and it was useful to talk to him. He knew about trends in government, fashion, science, real estate, I.T., all sorts of things.

"Bob, you should go downstairs and find that airline rep." Elizabeth said to him, "See if he has any idea when we'll get out of here."

"How would he know?" Bob said.

"Just go." She insisted.

"Oh all right." He said, and he got up, put his shoes on, and went out.

I was a bit surprised how she talked to him; as if she were his boss instead of the other way around. He was an attractive man, but, I reminded myself, he was married. He couldn't tell Elizabeth what to do, or not do. But she could tell him.

Elizabeth moved her seat down to Mario's thighs, and pulled his shorts down, exposing his white bottom. She grinned at me for a brief moment, then planted her hands on his flesh.

She seemed to be taking her time there I thought, and she was venturing a bit deep with her thumbs too. Mario had his head turned so he wasn't facing me, but he made no move to hinder her.

"Turn over" She instructed him.

"What?" he asked, as if he didn't understand.

"Go on, turn over!" she insisted, "There's no one here but us girls, right Sonia?"

"That's right. Go on, do as she says." I laughed [but in Italian of course], as though it was no big thing for him to expose himself to our new friend.

She pushed against his side insistently, and finally, he did it, and of course he had a big hard on.

Elizabeth laughed and pulled his shorts the rest of the way off, so he was completely naked. She was still dressed, in elegant light trousers and a tight colorful blouse that showed off her slim figure.

I just sat there staring, like an animal in the headlights of an oncoming car. My beautiful Mario; did I really want to lose him? He looked at me wordlessly, his eyes bulging. I just smiled my silent acquiescence back at him.

As she wrapped her long fingers around his lovely penis, it was as if a hot wire were being pushed into my heart. As she leaned over his pale young body, brought her face to his and kissed him, the sight was almost more than I could bear.

Yet, another part of me wanted it; wanted her to take him from me, to wreck our silly sweet teenaged love. I needed to move on, to study, to make a career. I had no trust fund to rely on, and despite how I loved him in my heart, my brain knew I couldn't count on that lasting a lifetime. It so rarely does these days. My parents had divorced when I was young, leaving my mother with no career possibilities; I didn't want that to happen to me.

She stroked his stiff penis, his most private place, that part of him that for so long had been mine. Then, she moved down, down his young body; until her mouth hovered above his bulging sex organ.

I couldn't breathe; she wouldn't!

I'd told her, I'd told her... how he wanted me to do that, but I didn't. That I couldn't quite bring myself to really do that thing, afraid of him coming in my mouth.

She told me she liked doing it, that I should try it... but she opened her mouth, and she tossed her blond hair to one side before lowering her face over it.

I watched her, in horrified fascination, as she did it to him with her mouth; as she stroked and sucked him, ate him, tasted him, consumed my boyfriend. She was not disgusted by it; she really did like it I saw. And when he came, crying out to her, holding her head in his hands as he gave her his essence, she sucked harder, and swallowed it.

I thought I knew him, I thought I knew every inch of him inside and out; but my little experiment had proved me wrong. He had let it happen, he had let her suck him, and he had come in her mouth!

As all these recent memories passed through my head, the hard shaft continued to push deep into me from behind. It was so good to know he still wanted me, that he still thought I was worth his sexual energy. And he was better than I ever remembered, too. His rhythm so steady, so resolute and confident.

I pushed my rear higher, searching for that perfect angle that would make me come. My breasts were bouncing against the mattress, his fingers clutched at my hip bones, and I thought about what Elizabeth had said the day before when I told her how Mario liked this position best; "Does he ever want to put it in the back door?" she'd asked.

He wanted to, but I'd said no way.

And suddenly I had the suspicion; that the man I was doing it with was not my Mario. That the hard insistent cock so deep in my small body belonged to another. That for all I knew, it wasn't the beautiful young Mario behind me, but the old man, Bob!

I couldn't look at first. I just froze, my mind coming to grips with this possibility. I reached back, between my splayed knees, and I found the scrotum of the man who was giving me what I needed. Not the tight balls of my young lover, but the big low hanging hairy sack of someone else. He stopped so I could fondle him. The balls were bigger than Mario's, and the weight of them in my palm was fascinating, simultaneously repulsive and attractive.

It had to be Bob; Bob was naked on the bed behind me, it was his penis quivering inside me, his old hands on my body. I couldn't look though. I couldn't bear to see with my eyes what my brain knew must be the truth.

I should have been outraged, disgusted, and horrified. But I wasn't. I was fascinated, aroused by this sudden shift in my reality. He began to give it to me again as I tried to work out why I felt as I did.

His cock was rubbing on that spot now, that place inside that makes me scream. It was too late! I was going to come, I had to come!

We had talked, talked until late. No one told him that while he was out, his young lover had given my boyfriend oral satisfaction. Bob was attractive in that way older men can be; healthy and strong, quite lean even, a quick smile and a sharp mind.

Was he what I wanted? Perhaps it wasn't Mario that needed another lover, but myself. Bob was like the opposite of Mario; so mature, so sure of his position in the world, of his politics, his opinions.

But all that wasn't important just then, because my orgasm was pushing everything else away; it was a good one, strong and clear, my whole body and mind devoted to it, that moment of complete pleasure, the cock inside me, the strong hands on my hips, my surrender to the unseen man behind me, surrender of my body and my mind to his strength, his power, his penis.

I pushed backwards, and he sat down on his knees as I sat up straight, his rod still hard within me. His hands moved up my flat belly to hold my breasts. That felt good, warm, intimate. At last, I turned my head, turned to look into the eyes of my lover.

Yes, it was Bob. His hands had woken me, caressed me, massaged me. It had been his lips on my ass, his penis in my vagina that morning. I smiled at him, pretending I had known all along, and he kissed my mouth for the first time.

How was this even possible? I was 18! He was 65! It was sexy, dirty, fantastic!

I stood up so his cock came out of me for a moment as I turned around, and then I squatted over him as he straightened out his legs. I took his sticky thing in my hand, and slid myself over it again.

The organ was not much different to what Mario had; a little bit longer maybe. But I had never been with anyone else, only Mario.

He'd been the most attractive boy in school. Good looking and from the best family. All the girls were after him, so when he showed some interest in me, I hadn't hesitated. When he wanted sex, I'd agreed too. And never regretted it; we had good sex together. We were a couple, teenaged lovers, so hot that water would boil off of us, but not extinguish our passion.

But now, in this hotel room in Bangkok, far from home, I was in the arms of another man for the first time.

Bob was no man for me; he would lose his strength soon, whereas mine was only beginning. But this sex was wild, different! Like it was the first time with Mario, full of unknowns, fear, wonder.

He rubbed his face in my breasts, I held his short white hair, and he took my left nipple in his mouth. I began to move my hips back and forth, my ass on his thighs, his hard cock proud and powerful inside me, his hands on my back, so sensual.

I couldn't stand it! It was so wrong, so right, so wicked; and I was coming again, and I didn't think he'd even got warmed up yet.

An older man; a MUCH older man! How humiliating for a girl, how flattering for the man. Yet I wasn't humiliated much. How could I be, as he pushed me onto my back, lifted my ankles up in his hands, and began to nail me into the hotel bed?

I couldn't take my eyes off of his face; I was fascinated by it.

The deep creases around the eyes and mouth, the slight extra flesh around the jowls, the straight teeth. Yes, he was attractive, as an older man; but how could he be doing this to me? Thrilling me, electrifying me, firing my young lust as Mario hadn't for so long?

He lay down on top of me, taking my face in his hands he began to kiss me tenderly, even as his hips worked mercilessly to drive his hard old cock into me tirelessly down below.

"You're an angel." He whispered, "So beautiful, so precious. I could drown in your eyes, I haven't thought of anything else from the moment I first saw you."

And I gripped him with all my strength, and came perhaps harder and longer than I had ever before, as I felt him ejaculate into me, his hot seed filling me with a deep dark satisfaction.

Silence, stillness.

I gripped him, holding onto his last strength as he finally began to shrink inside me. What had I done?

"Hi, Guys." He said.

I opened my eyes. Elizabeth was grinning, Mario was staring in utter, tragic shock.

Bob pulled himself out of me, and I was naked, cold, exposed in every way.

"The airline says we could be here for weeks." Elizabeth said. "The police tried to shift the protesters, but were driven back. There are no planes going anywhere."

"I suppose we could go overland to another airport." Bob suggested.

"Let's just wait here." His girlfriend said. "I think that would be best."

Naked and shamed, I realized there was no where to go. I had to stay here with the three of them.

We have been here for a week now. Today the airport is functioning again, and we'll all get out tomorrow.

I will write what happened during that week, if anyone wants to read of it.

Ace 2008

After a week, the protesters demands for a change in government were met, and they have vacated the airport.

Of course, it will still take a few days before our friends can go their ways.

stuck together in Bangkok 2 

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