I entered the hotel bar, my mind buzzing from the whirlwind of the convention. It was an oasis of calm and elegance, a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the past few days. Soft golden hues beautifully lit the space, casting a warm glow over polished wood and plush seating. The gentle strains of piano music floated through the air, creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and inviting.

As I scanned the room for an open spot, I admire the place. The bar itself was a work of art, with rows of gleaming bottles displayed like treasures behind a sleek counter. Bartenders moved with practiced grace, crafting cocktails with an almost theatrical precision. The patrons were a mix of fellow convention-goers and hotel guests, their conversations a murmur that blended seamlessly with the music.

I spotted an open seat at the end of the bar, next to a lady sitting alone. Her silhouette was familiar, despite her back to me. I made my way over, weaving through the small clusters of people. When I reached the chair, I hesitated for a moment before sliding onto the stool.

The woman turned, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Julia, my boss. I never expected to see her here. Her usual professional armor seemed softened, her posture relaxed as she sipped a glass of red wine.

Julia was a striking woman, even in the dim, ambient lighting of the bar. Her dark hair, swept back in an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face, added to Julia’s glamourous appearance. Her eyes were always sharp and intelligent, constantly analyzing. Tonight, they appeared softer, reflecting the warm light with a hint of something I couldn’t quite place.

She wore a tailored suit that accentuated her confident demeanor, but she casually draped the jacket over the back of her chair, revealing a sleeveless blouse that hinted at her slightly plump figure. Her makeup was impeccable, subtle yet enhancing her natural beauty. The deep red of her lipstick matched the wine in her glass, a bold contrast to her otherwise understated appearance.

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my nerves. “Hi, Mrs. King. Do you mind if I sit here?”

She turned towards me, her eyes meeting mine with a hint of amusement.

“Hi, Mark. Please, take a seat. And you can just call me Julia.”

She raised a hand to signal the bartender, who nodded and started making his way over. I slipped onto the stool beside her, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. This was a facet of Julia I had never seen before. She seemed so at ease, revealing a different side from the commanding presence I was accustomed to in the office.

“Let me get you a drink,” she said.

The bartender arrived, his eyes flicking between us as he awaited her order.

“Another glass of red wine for me, and...” She looked at me expectantly.

“I’ll have the same,” I replied, trying to match her composure.

The bartender nodded and went to fetch our drinks. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Julia. Here she was, my boss, offering to buy me a drink and insisting I call her by her first name. It was thrilling. The bartender returned with our glasses. Julia raised hers in a small toast, and I followed suit, clinking mine against hers.

“So, did you find the convention informative?” she asked, taking a delicate sip.

I nodded, swirling the wine in my glass. “Yeah, I did. Despite attending a few before, this was the best one yet.”

Julia’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “I’m glad to hear that, Mark. It’s always good to know our efforts are paying off.”

We continued to talk, our conversation flowing with surprising ease. Julia had a sharp wit, and I laughed more than I had expected. She shared anecdotes from previous conventions, and I recounted a few of my own experiences, careful to keep things light and professional.

About fifteen minutes later, as we were both sipping on our second glasses of wine, Julia leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Tell me, Mark, have you ever done anything ... naughty at these?”

I was taken aback by the question, my mind racing to process it. “Uh, no, I haven’t,” I stammered, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “I’ve always kept things pretty professional.”

Julia’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “That’s about to change,” she said.

Her words hung in the air, charged with a tantalizing promise. My heart pounded as I searched her eyes for any hint of teasing, but all I found was unwavering confidence. She had another sip of her wine, never breaking eye contact, and I felt the room around us fade away. The playful banter we’d shared transformed into something intense.

“Follow me,” she said, setting her glass down and standing up.

She extended her hand, and without a second thought, I took it, letting her lead me out of the bar.

As we left, I couldn’t help but ask, “Where are we going?”

Julia glanced back at me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “I have the perfect spot in mind.”

We walked down a well-appointed hallway, the decor as luxurious as the bar we had just left. Soft lighting cast a warm glow over plush carpets and tasteful artwork. My pulse quickened as we approached a door with a discreet sign that read “Spa.”

Julia stopped in front of the door, reaching into her pocket to pull out a key card. With a swift, practiced motion, she slid the card into the lock. It clicked open. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“After you,” she said, holding the door open and gesturing for me to step inside.

I entered the softly lit spa, the air heavy with the soothing scent of eucalyptus. I turned to Julia, unable to hide my curiosity. “You just happen to have a key to the spa?”

She gave me a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I didn’t get to where I am by not knowing the right people,” she said, a playful edge to her voice. “The head of security is a friend.” She winked, the gesture both teasing and confident. The door clicked shut behind us.

“Besides,” she said, “a lady needs to be prepared in case the right opportunity presents itself.”

Julia took my hand again, her grip firm as she led me deeper into the spa. The soft glow of ambient lighting and the gentle sound of running water created a tranquil atmosphere. We made our way towards the back, where a large, plush lounge chair awaited.

“This may be too late to ask, but what about your husband?” I asked.

Julia’s expression didn’t waver. “I don’t plan on telling him,” she said smoothly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And if you do, you’re fired.”

She punctuated the statement with a wink, then pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips were soft but insistent, her kiss a commanding mix of desire and authority. It was a moment that obliterated any remaining doubts, leaving only the thrill of surrendering to her lead.

As we kissed, I thrust my tongue into Julia’s mouth, feeling her moan against my lips. Our tongues played and danced with each other, the intensity deepening with every passing second. Julia’s hands moved with purpose, quickly loosening my tie and tossing it aside.

She unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers quickly working their way down, each button undone, bringing a new rush of anticipation. The warmth of her touch against my skin sent shivers through me, heightening the already electric atmosphere.

As she worked on my shirt, I reached for her coat, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Our kiss deepened. I started unbuttoning her blouse, feeling the smooth fabric give way under my touch. We broke the kiss, and Julia stepped back, her shirt slipping off to reveal a lacy bra that hugged her voluptuous breasts. She stood there in just her bra and pants, an alluring sight that took my breath away.

I was down to just my trousers, feeling the cool air against my bare chest. Julia’s eyes locked onto mine, her voice commanding. “Take your pants off.”

I nodded, slipping off my shoes before unbuckling my belt and pushing pants down. I stepped out of them, standing there in my boxers, a noticeable bulge revealing the extent of my arousal. Julia’s gaze lingered on me.

She groaned in approval, her eyes raking over my body. “You’re a fit young man,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “Just what I need tonight.”

She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming, and with a firm yet gentle push, she guided me back onto the lounger. The soft cushions embraced me as I fell back, the anticipation making my heart race even faster. She stood over me, a look of confident determination in her eyes.

Julia removed her heels with a graceful motion, then pushed her pants down and stepped out of them. She posed before me in an expensive crimson lace bra and panty set, the delicate fabric highlighting her voluptuous figure. Her body was plump and soft, with enticing curves and a gently rounded belly. Her large breasts strained against the fabric, and the matching panties beautifully framed her full ass.

I couldn’t help but smile, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. “God, you’re such a sexy woman,” I said. “I want to see the rest of you.”

Julia smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes, and reached behind to unclasp her bra. As the lacy fabric fell away, her dark pink nipples, now exposed, hardened under my gaze and her breast swayed with her movements. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and bent over to slide them down her thick thighs. Her breasts hung low as she did, nipples pointing towards the floor, a sight that made my pulse quicken.

Standing back up, her luscious curves were on full display. The glow of the room’s light framed the soft swell of her chest and roundness of her hips. My eyes feasted upon every inch of her bare skin before settling on the big triangle patch of curls nestled between her thighs, already glistening. My cock throbbed against my boxers, aching for release.

Julia’s eyes flicked down, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. “By the wet spot in your boxers, I think you like what you see.”

I glanced down, seeing the damp spot spreading where my pre-cum had leaked through the fabric. My face flushed, but I didn’t shy away from her gaze.

“I definitely do,” I admitted.

Julia’s smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she took in my obvious reaction.

Her voice was sultry as she commanded, “Take your boxers off and show me.”

With a swift movement, I lifted my hips and slid the fabric down, revealing my hard shaft. The head was slick with glistening drops of pre-cum as I began caressing my cock.

Julia’s eyes widened with appreciation as she took in the sight. “Mmm, you’re thick and veiny,” she purred. “Just how I like it. I am going to have fun with you.”

The intensity of her gaze sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, the air between us heavy with raw desire. Julia dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on mine. She moved between my thighs, her hands reaching out to grab my shaft. She began to stroke and squeeze, her touch firm, as if testing just how hard I had become. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

A low, guttural moan escaped my lips as Julia swiped her tongue across the head, licking off the pre-cum that had gathered there. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers through my body. With practiced ease, she wrapped her lips around the tip; her wet tongue continued to dance around the slit.

As she took me into her mouth, my hips jerked forward, yearning for more contact with her hot wetness. Her tongue danced along the sensitive skin beneath the head, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

The softness of her lips was unlike anything I’d experienced before. She moaned against me; the sound vibrating through my shaft as she massaged it with her tongue, driving me wild with need. She sucked, taking only the head into her mouth for now. Julia’s hands stroked up and down my dick in perfect rhythm with her suction, making every nerve ending tingle with desire.

Feeling her warm breath on my sensitive skin made me shudder with ecstasy. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, trying to maintain some semblance of control as she gradually took more and more of me into her mouth. The soft walls of her throat skillfully massaged my length, sending tingles down my spine. Julia’s hands left my shaft to caress my balls, rolling them gently in her palms while she continued to suck greedily. The contrast between the hot, wet grip and cooler flesh from her hands was incredible.

Julia’s mouth worked magic as she sucked and slurped on my thick shaft. Her wet tongue along the veins while her lips gripped me tightly, creating an exquisite suction. Her plump lips looked sinfully erotic stretched around my girth, glistening with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper into her hot mouth with each descent.

Her hands continued to knead and caress my heavy balls, coaxing them to draw up as I approached the brink. Just when I was about to explode, Julia sensed it and pulled back, denying my release. She let my cock slip from her lips with a wet pop and flashed me a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the control she had over my pleasure. My hips jerked, seeking more of that delicious warmth, but she kept me steady with a firm grip. Her eyes, dark with lust, held mine as she lapped at the pre-cum beading at the slit, savoring the taste.

“Fuck, Julia,” I panted, my voice strained with desperation. “You’re so good at that.”

Before I could say anything else, she swallowed me back down again, sucking hard and fast. Her fingernails lightly scratched my inner thighs as she gripped them for leverage. I grabbed fistfuls of the soft cushions, my knuckles turning white, as Julia deftly edged me again and again.

Whenever I got close to the edge, she would ease off, denying me that final push over the precipice. My cock throbbed, red and engorged, dripping with her saliva. A pool of pre-cum and spit gathered at the base.

“Please…” I begged, “let me cum.”

“Not yet,” she purred, giving my shaft a few teasing strokes. “I’m not done playing with you.”

Julia released my manhood with a final, tantalizing lick and sat back on her heels, gazing up at me with a predatory smile. The sight of her flushed face and swollen lips sent another jolt of desire through me. She moved gracefully, her hair cascading around her shoulders as she knelt upright, positioning herself between my legs.

Her hands found my shaft again, slick and throbbing from her persistent teasing. Slowly, she pressed her full breasts together, enveloping my aching erection between the soft mounds of flesh. I gasped as the sensation of her warm, supple skin engulfed me completely.

With deliberate, slow movements, Julia slid her breasts up and down my length. The pre-cum and saliva that coated me provided the perfect lubrication, allowing her to glide easily over my sensitive skin. Each pass sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, making my muscles tense and twitch in response.

I looked down to see my shaft disappearing between her ample cleavage, reappearing again as she squeezed tighter around me. The rhythmic motion was hypnotic, the sight mesmerizing. Her breasts glistened with a mix of our fluids, catching the dim light from the nearby lamps and casting a glow across her skin.

“God, Julia,” I groaned, “You feel so fucking good.”

She smiled up at me without breaking her rhythm, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. As she continued to caress and massage my shaft, I could sense the pressure building once more deep inside me. My balls tightened, a wave of heat spreading across my lower abdomen.

“Julia … I’m so close,” I gasped, my voice a desperate mix of plea and warning.

“Come for me. You better give me every drop,” she commanded.

Her movements intensified, becoming faster and more urgent. Her breasts squeezed tighter around my shaft, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure shooting through me.

My grip on the cushions tightened, my muscles tensing as I felt the orgasm building with relentless force. Julia glanced up at me again, her blue eyes filled with an intoxicating mix of dominance and desire. The feeling was overpowering. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck! Julia!” I cried out as the first wave hit.

My body convulsed with the intensity of it all, as every nerve seemed to explode with pleasure. Thick ropes of cum erupted from my throbbing cock, spilling across Julia’s chest and neck in hot, sticky streams. She moaned softly as she milked every drop from me with her skilled hands and pillowy breasts, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Good boy,” she murmured approvingly as the last spurts coated her skin.

As I collapsed back against the cushions, Julia slowly released my now-softening cock from between her breasts and leaned forward, planting gentle kisses along the sticky length. As she stood up, I couldn’t help but admire the way her body moved, with every curve emphasized by the soft light. She picked up a towel, wiped herself off, and then tossed it aside with casual grace.

Julia sauntered back to me, her confidence palpable in each step. Leaning in, she kissed me and whispered, “You need to get hard again. You have work to do.”

As I reached between Julia’s legs, she caught my hand and pushed it away, her eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and authority.

“Just because I cheat on my husband doesn’t mean everything is available to you,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. “This,” she added, patting her pussy, “is only for him.”

She stood up, her movements slow, giving me time to take in every inch of her soft, curvaceous figure. My eyes followed her as she turned, presenting her plump ass to me. Her flesh was soft and inviting, the dimples enhancing her allure.

“But this,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin, “is all for you.”

Her wink sent a jolt of excitement through me. Julia’s confidence was intoxicating. She placed one hand on her lower back, emphasizing the generous curve of her rump. The sight of her boldly offering herself made my cock twitch with renewed anticipation.

She glanced at me, her eyes dark with lust. “Come on, Mark,” she purred, her voice a seductive challenge. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I stood up, moving closer to her, my hands eager to explore the expanse of her ass cheeks. Julia’s skin was warm under my caress. I moved to her side, my lips seeking the soft skin of her neck. As I kissed her, my fingers roamed over her body, kneading her buttocks with increasing confidence. I could feel her responding to my touch.

“If your ass is mine,” I murmured against her ear, “then I get to do what I want, right?”

Julia’s breath hitched. “Yes,” she replied, her voice full of promise. “Anything you want.”

A surge of boldness coursed through me. I let out a low groan as I raised my hand and brought it down on her bottom with a firm smack. The sound echoed in the room, and I watched in fascination as her cheek rippled under the impact. Julia jumped, but the reaction I got was a throaty moan, not one of protest.

“Do it again,” she breathed, her voice edged with anticipation.

I obliged, spanking her again, this time harder. The ripple of her flesh and the way she arched into my touch sent a thrill through me. Her moans grew louder, each one stoking the fire of my desire.

Julia’s head tilted back, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensation. Her pleasure was palpable, fueling my excitement. My hands explored her rump, squeezing and kneading, feeling the heat radiating from where I had spanked her.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped, “I love it. And from your hard cock pressing against my thigh, you do, too.”

I continued to spank Julia’s buttocks, each slap making her cheeks jiggle and turn a delightful shade of red. Her moans grew louder, mixing with the sound of my hand against her skin.

“You should kiss my cheeks to make me feel better,” she teased.

I chuckled softly, dropping to my knees behind her. I pressed my lips against her heated skin, planting soft kisses across both buttocks. Julia sighed, her body relaxing under my touch. I let my teeth graze her flesh and gently bit down on one cheek, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. She shivered in response, her desire evident.

“Bend over the chair,” I instructed, my voice rough with need.

Julia didn’t hesitate. She positioned herself over the lounger, arching her back and presenting herself to me. Her pussy lips glistened and her inner thighs were wet. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as I moved closer, the scent of her arousal filling my senses. My hands roamed over her body.

I spread Julia’s ass apart, revealing her dark, crinkled hole. The sight of it made my heart race even faster. I leaned in, pressing my lips against her entrance, tasting the tangy, gamey flavor of her skin. She’d been in pants all day, but the taste only excited me more.

Julia moaned as I lashed my tongue across her puckered hole, relishing every moment. Her moans grew louder with each lick. I hungrily lapped at her, savoring the unique flavor and the feel of her ass trembling against my face. Julia’s moans became more desperate as I pushed the tip of my tongue into her hole. She writhed and pushed back against me, her pleasure evident in every gasp and moan.

Forcing my tongue deeper, I circled her entrance, feeling the tightness give way a little. The feel of her, the taste of her, the sounds she made—it was all driving me wild. I couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get enough of the way she responded to my touch.

I slowly withdrew my tongue, my heart pounding with the thrill of what was to come next. Wetting my finger with saliva, I positioned it at her entrance, feeling her body tense with anticipation. I pressed gently at first, savoring the resistance. As I applied more pressure, I felt her open up to me.

Finally, my finger slipped inside, and I moved it slowly, feeling the tightness and warmth of her ass. Julia’s moans grew louder, her body reacting to every movement of my finger. She reached between her legs, her fingers finding her slick, swollen lips. I watched as she started to play with herself. I pushed my finger deeper, exploring the depths of her ass, feeling the way her muscles contracted around me.

Julia’s hips rocked back against me, her fingers working faster between her legs. Her moans filled the room, a testament to the pleasure she was feeling. I added a second finger, stretching her further, and her body responded with even more intensity. She gasped and cried out, her fingers racing over her lips and clit. I could feel her getting wetter, her juices slicking her inner thighs. The sight and sounds of her spurred me on, and I quickened the pace, thrusting in and out of her with increasing urgency.

Julia’s voice broke through her moans, breathless and commanding. “Mark,” she panted, looking over her shoulder. “I need your cock in my ass. Stretch me open and fuck me.”

Her words ignited a fire in me. I withdrew my fingers slowly, savoring the way her body clung to them, and I watched as her quivering muscles tightened around the empty space they left behind. I guided her to kneel on the chair. Seeing her provocatively presenting herself made my cock throb painfully.

As I stroked myself, spreading the slick pre-cum along my length, Julia spread her ass for me. Her gaze met mine, and she bit her lip in anticipation. I spat into my hand and coated my cock in salvia, adding another layer of slickness to my erection. I positioned myself behind her, one hand steadying her hip while I guided my slippery member to her puckered entrance. The head of my cock pressed against her tight hole.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

“Yes... please,” she whispered back.

She moaned as I slowly pushed forward, relishing the feeling as she opened for me. I watched as her ass swallowed the head and I stopped moving just as it closed around the rim. I paused for a moment, savoring how her tightness gripped just the tip. She let out a shuddering breath, her back arching, inviting me to go deeper. Slowly, I pressed forward again, inch by agonizing inch, feeling every ridge and contour as her ass clamped down on my shaft. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, matching my movements as I buried myself further inside her.

“God, you’re so tight,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.

“Fuck... you’re big,” she panted, her voice a tantalizing mix of pleasure and challenge.

Her hands gripped the edge of the chaise longue. Every time I pushed in further, her body tensed, then relaxed around me, a delicious cycle that made my pulse race. Finally, I was fully seated inside her. My balls rested against her pussy lips, feeling their soft wetness as they nestled into place. The pressure was intense. Her ass pulsed around my erection like a heartbeat, each contraction sending waves of pleasure through me.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” I groaned.

She responded with a moan that vibrated through both of our bodies. Her muscles clenched around my cock as I felt her reach between her legs, her fingers delving into her wet folds again. She fucked herself in time with my thrusts, moaning louder and louder with each pass. Juices coated her hand, making a muted, slippery sound as she reached back and rubbed them over my balls, then used the excess to coat the base of my shaft.

“Yes, Mark, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Her words were a siren’s call that I could not resist. With one hand on her hip, I guided my cock back and forth, thrusting it deep and harder into her tight, forbidden hole. Each time I plunged my length into her, her body shuddered, the muscles of her ass gripping me like a vise. Her plump cheeks bounced against my hips with every movement, our bodies slapping together with an intoxicating rhythm. The erotic sight before me was almost too much to bear. My boss, the epitome of professionalism, moaning wildly with abandon as I fucked her.

My fingers traced along her spine, feeling the tremors of pleasure rippling through her. Julia’s moans filled the room as her ass rocked against me. My hands wandered, exploring the soft curves of her body, and found her breasts. I cupped them gently, enjoying their weight, and my thumbs circled her nipples.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, “you are going to make me come.”

My grip tightened on her breasts. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I thrust faster, and she matched my rhythm as she slammed back on my cock. Her hand was rapidly moving between her legs, and I could hear how wet she was as she vigorously rubbed her clit.

Julia’s body tensed beneath me as her ass clamped around my shaft, sending intense waves of pleasure surging through me. I could feel the rhythmic contractions, each one drawing a guttural moan from her lips, which were now parted in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her fingers moved faster on her bud, desperate and frantic, and I watched her muscles tighten, her whole-body quivering. Her breasts pressed into my hands, nipples hard under my fingertips.

“Oh god, Mark,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

Her body convulsed, the tension in her muscles reaching a peak before releasing in a series of powerful spasms. Each contraction of her ass around my cock sent shivers up my spine, the sensation almost too much to bear. My hips moved on their own, thrusting into her tightness as I chased my own release. Her moans grew louder, mixing with my own ragged breaths. Julia’s tremors subsided, her breath slowing as she came down from her orgasm. Her body relaxed, and I could feel the soft, residual contractions around my dick.

I leaned in closer and told her, “I want to coat your ass in my cum.”

With a groan, I pulled out, watching as her hole gaped for a moment before closing up. The musky scent from her ass mingled with the tangy smell of her wet sex, filling my senses. The sight and aroma drove me wild. I wrapped her soft ass cheeks around my shaft, feeling their warmth envelop me. I slid up and down, the head of my cock peeking out of the top of her crack with each upstroke. The friction was exquisite, and I felt the tension building fast.

My balls tightened, a familiar pressure signaling the impending release. I gripped her cheeks tighter and thrust faster. With a loud moan, I erupted. The first rope of cum landed on her lower back, hot and sticky. I watched, entranced, as more followed, coating her cheeks and ass crack in thick, white strands. Each spurt brought a wave of intense relief, my body shuddering with the force of it. I slowed my movements, savoring the last moments of my climax, and marveled at the sight of her covered in my thick liquid.

My cock slipped from between her ass cheeks, sticky with cum. My legs were shaky, struggling to support me after the intense orgasm. Julia rested on the back of the chair, her body rising and falling with each breath. Slowly, our breathing returned to normal.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” I said, still catching my breath.

Julia nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She rose, her legs slightly unsteady, and moved toward me. Her nipples were thick and red from my pinching, a visual reminder of our passion. She pressed against me, her skin warm and flushed, and we started kissing again, our mouths hungry.

I couldn’t resist the urge to slap her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Julia moaned into my mouth, her body responding immediately to the touch. She pulled away slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Don’t get too cocky just because you fucked me so well,” she teased, her voice breathless and playful.

Breaking away, she bent down, grabbing another towel from the floor. She straightened up and threw it to me. Turning her back to me, she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass.

“I could use a little help cleaning up,” she said.

I laughed, catching the towel. “Well, it is the gentlemanly thing to do,” I replied.

I pressed the cloth against her back, wiping away the sticky mess. My movements were slow and deliberate, enjoying the opportunity to touch her again.

“You’re thorough,” she teased.

I grinned, moving down to her ass cheeks. The bitter scent of our recent activities still lingered in the air, mingling with the tangy odor of her wet lips. I cleaned her thoroughly, ensuring every trace of my cum was gone. Her skin was warm and soft beneath the towel, and I took my time, savoring each moment. Finally, I moved to my cock, cleaning off the remaining stickiness. The sensation was almost unbearable, reminding me of my powerful orgasm. With one last swipe, I tossed the towel into the bin and took a step back, admiring her.

Julia turned around, her eyes sparkling. “Thank you,” she said, a smile playing on her lips.

As Julia started gathering her clothes, she glanced at me. “We have an early flight in the morning.”

I nodded, reaching for my own clothes. “I’m going to sleep well tonight,” I said, winking at her.

She laughed, a light, melodic sound that filled the room as we dressed. We made our way out of the spa, the cool air of the hallway a stark contrast to the steamy warmth we left behind. In the elevator, we stood close, the silence between us comfortable. I felt a sense of satisfaction, a pleasant fatigue settling into my muscles. The elevator dinged, announcing my floor, and I stepped out. Just as the doors began to close, Julia leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I hope you’re prepared for a lot of late nights in the office,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “I have a very special project for you to work on.”

Her naughty smirk was the last thing I saw before the elevator doors closed, leaving me standing there with a smile on my face.