Neil and Sarah welcomed the hotel’s technical specialist and his assistant into their magnificent suite. Discretion was essential for some of the tasks they needed to complete, and setting up the video shoot equipment was routine for them. To ensure the camera angles were correct, Sarah and Neil were asked to lie on the bed. The request was framed in a way that made it seem completely reasonable and ordinary.

Sarah narrowly defeated Neil in the race to give a generous tip. The visitors left with a reminder for Neil: he only needed to press the green button on the remote to start the camera.

"Can we include kisses and cuddles in the video too, please, Neil?" Sarah asked, reminding him that her body would signal when it was time for more.

Neil’s efforts to create a calm, light-hearted, and easy atmosphere in the room were a significant boost to Sarah. His ability to help her forget the difficult moments of the evening and replace them with joy was both breathtaking and, in its own way, quite captivating. After around half an hour, Sarah silently moved to kiss Neil on the lips. She did so gently for a long time before easing away.

"Showtime," Sarah said in a whisper.

Placing the papers with the reworked version of Sarah's story on the bed, Neil began the recording as he had been taught. After that, Neil and Sarah lay next to each other in the spots recommended by the experts and began to undress each other slowly while kissing.

Each time an article of clothing was removed, hugs and slow kisses followed. Sarah unbuttoned Neil's shirt slowly before easing it away from his shoulders. The soft sound of the shirt hitting the carpeted floor was almost musical.

Neil stood behind Sarah to unzip her dress and then push it away from her shoulders. He then walked around her and slipped the dress over her breasts and body, and it fell to the floor. A long, slow kiss was shared, with smiles exchanged at its conclusion.

Sarah unbuckled Neil's trousers and undid the single button that kept them in place. When they fell to the floor, Sarah sighed contentedly, looking at the outline of Neil's aroused cock inside his briefs.

Neil and Sarah kissed once again, this and the feeling of Neil easing her waiting breasts from her bra filling Sarah with a sweetness of anticipation.

With a growing desire, Sarah's touch floated down Neil's body and pulled his briefs down, his erect cock springing from them.

After sharing another slow kiss, Neil gently slipped Sarah's knickers off. Sarah was excited and full of hope.

Retaining eye contact with Neil, Sarah sank to her knees in front of him. Her lips were now level with his aroused cock, and she placed her touch on either side of it; Sarah lifted Neil's aroused cock slowly towards her mouth. No dramas, no fear.

Neil spoke about how he and Sarah had reached the end of their incredible journey and had promised to celebrate their achievement in a meaningful way. He explained that the path they had chosen was the only one that could make the conclusion of their journey feel truly fulfilling. He believed that this shared vision would bring them lasting joy.

Sarah was moved emotionally and erotically as she listened to Neil's words. Just by being himself, he had managed to rid her of any negativity, fear, or regret from a past event. It was beautiful in every sense of the word.

Once Neil had been given the nod to resume reading, he spoke of Sarah asking him to lie in the centre of the bed with his legs spread as wide as he could. If hearing Neil say this in narrating was exciting, watching him do it was absolute heaven.

Although not focusing on the camera, except briefly and occasionally, remembering its presence reminded Neil and Sarah of its significance to Sarah's journey. Neil had spoken of kisses and touches rising slowly up his body, but actually doing it and being aroused and wet as she did so made Sarah moan with excitement and pleasure.

Sarah's control of the pace of everything was a power she did not want to abuse. Whatever the circumstances were at this moment, Neil's enjoyment of her attention still meant the world to her.

"If you need me to ease off or slow down, please tell me," Sarah asked.

Neil read slowly as he described the moment Sarah had taken his cock into her hand with a wild smile. He also spoke at a similar tempo about the gathering forces of arousal inside her wet, tingling pussy and how she longed to feel it dance to an unstoppable climax when the time came.

Hearing what Neil read out emphasised to Sarah that she was already feeling the sensations she had done just before the most powerful orgasms she had experienced in her lifetime. This was a wonderful realisation, and she needed more words from Neil, which followed as soon as he knew they were required.

"Sarah was now writhing with anticipation and gave Neil a lick before sliding his cock over her tongue and pursing her lips around it. She felt him throbbing and twitching. She needed to suck him. Her own body was screaming that time was of the essence."

When Sarah heard Neil's words, it was as if they had banished every atom of negativity and uncertainty from her charged body. All Sarah needed now was within touching distance.

As Neil began to read once more, he did so as Sarah's body burnt to the forces of energy within. Her mind and body were as one and needed to be set free in unison.

"Don't stop, Neil, I won't," Sarah said, with a hint of panic in her voice. Neither his words nor her actions stopped.

"She began to suck on him, her body feeling increasing heat within after each movement. A determined fire burnt inside her. Her work became frenzied, and her clit bathed in endless flow as her climax erupted with a scream." Neil announced, to a cry from Sarah's lips of sheer ecstasy.

Sarah's entire body shook. There were tears of joy in her eyes. There was an erotic chaos in her body she had never experienced before. Her convulsions were uncontrolled. What could make it better? A question his cock exploding a river of sexual release into her eager mouth answered," Neil said breathlessly.

As Neil reached this point, reality matched the fantasy of the story, his cock sending waves of release between Sarah's pursed lips. The pleasure of this was incredible for Neil, and he bellowed happily, but somehow, he managed to continue to read once he'd cried out.

Hearing a description of Neil's loud and fierce orgasm as Sarah felt it spill between her lips energised her climax in a way that was and would forever be unmatched. Neil stroked Sarah's hair as she feasted upon him and shook with the ferocity of her wild delight. There were vivid, abstract pictures and the sound of crashing waves breaking on the rocks. The smell of freshly cut grass, the taste of sweetness, and the feel of his explosive release on her tongue. Sensory deliverance.

Sarah's desire to draw everything she could from Neil's cock was the only way she could satisfy the demands of her erotically possessed body and soul. Every fresh round of dreamy desire that her climax delivered drove Sarah on, and she had seized this moment with a sense of purpose she felt empowered by.

Every sound Sarah made as she worked on Neil excited him. It was, in every way, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, and he did all he could to ensure he heard as much of the erotic performance as possible.

With no need or desire to apply the brakes, Sarah simply continued to devour Neil's cock continuously. When left with sensation alone to offer to Sarah, Neil was happy to let her press on, discomfort a small price to pay.

Sarah's rolling phases of climax begged her to continue the tireless work of her lips and tongue. Erotic groans and shrill squeals echoed around. The heights of Sarah's climax had spun on spectacularly, but she still had the gradual climb-down to enjoy. She did this in Neil's arms, both bodies gleaming with erotic perspiration and smiles that were shared and looked capable of staying on their lips forever.

Once Sarah's aftershocks had subsided enough to allow coherent thought, she remembered about the camera and directed Neil to switch it off with the remote control. When she did this, Sarah realised it was the first time she had thought about its presence since Neil had begun reading to her, something she shared with him before speaking in the way Neil always enjoyed hearing her do.

"Shower, then hugs. Something to eat, then finish the journey with nonsense and chat. Let's go!" Sarah demanded.

After following the plan to the end of a post-shower embrace and getting dressed, Sarah made a quick call to the hotel reception as Neil pulled on the last of his clothes. Minutes later, the hotel staff who had set up the camera equipment arrived to pack it away.

The senior staff member took the memory card from the camera and said he'd make a second copy. He also wrote down the security features he had put in place. These would protect the film against accidental data loss or access by others. In light of what had happened previously, the words were memorable.

The second memory card was waiting for Neil and Sarah when they went to the reception to check out. The IT manager was there to greet them as well as the reception staff, and the manager took his departing guests to one side to hand over the second card.

"If you need proof these are the only records that exist, I can show you, We take guests' privacy very seriously here," the manager said reassuringly.

Sarah and Neil agreed the words spoken were as special to them as any of the highlights of their journey, which they would never forget. They took a taxi back to where the truck was parked, both feeling a happy conclusion to the adventure had already been guaranteed.

The last leg of the journey, filled with the agreed upbeat feel to it, passed quickly. There was nothing left to add; lives had been enriched and changed for the better.

"Goodbye, Neil," Sarah said, as someone who would always be special to her climbed out of the truck close to its final destination.

"Goodbye, Sarah," Neil replied, knowing the woman he was bidding farewell to was free from the pain of her past forever.