"The Traveling Companion"

[saedo]

  Simon let himself be pulled along by his younger assistant. Despite his age and experience, he felt rather out of his depth. Nothing that had occurred in the past hour would have seemed even remotely possible to him at the start of the day. Events had driven completely off the map, leaving him lost and uncertain.

Bella seemed utterly unconcerned about her lack of dress. Had she no sense of shame or vulnerability about it being exposed? Or was she just supremely confident that no one would see their brief dash down the hall? That they encountered no one else on the short journey seemed most fortunate to him; he didn't relax any until they were behind closed doors once again.

The dark-haired beauty cooed at the bubbling water and promptly climbed inside. After readjusting her hair to make sure it stayed clear of the water, she lowered herself beneath the turbulence. When she reclined slightly, her twin mounds rose like a pair of islands till her nipples girthy nipples hovered above the surface.

Simon hesitated a moment. The jacuzzi was fairly compact; Bella had plenty of room on her own, but there would be far less with him, too.

But what was the alternative? Standing here naked seemed silly. Fetching his clothes would require a trip down the hall and he was not eager to do that, either. At least with the jacuzzi bubbles, he'd have some concealment.

Gritting his teeth, Simon stepped into the warm water. The steam rising from its surface had a herbal scent underlying the humidity; must be the soothing agent Bella had mentioned. He lowered his body into the water, tensing slightly as the very warm water contacted his cock and scrotum. He grunted slightly as he slid up to his shoulders beneath the roiling water.

Simon's estimation about the available space proved prescient; he could have easily placed his hand on her shoulder from this distance. That left her enormous breasts bobbing directly before him. It also gave no place for their legs; he felt her calves against his thighs and vice versa no matter where he shifted.

"Not very roomy, is it?" he offered after his efforts to find space failed. "Any closer, and you'd be sitting in my lap."

 

[BellaMiles]

Once in the water, Bella diverted her gaze from Simon; she had noticed his nervousness, not only in his facial expressions but in the fact that he'd suddenly gone fully limp. She'd been in similar public-nudity situations in the past with clients -- and non-clients, too -- who hadn't given a flying fuck about whether they got caught, and nearly everyone of them had remained erect to some degree, eager for the sex that was imminent.

Still, even flaccid, Simon was an impressive sight to see. Back in the massage room, Bella had shared the concerns of the two masseuses regarding Simon's size. The man's cock was immense; there was no other way to describe it. Although she was sure she could handle it, Bella had never had a cock that big inside her. It was gonna hurt at first, she knew that. But she was a professional. And, to be honest, she was eager for the challenge.

"Not very roomy, is it?" Simon offered. "Any closer, and you'd be sitting in my lap."

Bella let her lips widen in a slight smile before she asked with a touch of nervousness added for effect, "Would that be uncomfortable for you, Mister Parker?"

Bella hesitated just a moment, then clarified with a giggle, "I don't mean physically, as in I'm fat and heavy and would squish you."

She became more serious, like a young woman -- which she still was, of course -- letting a simple guy, not a client she knew, know that she was open to a sexual relationship. She finished, "I mean ... would you not enjoy having me in your lap at this time ... dressed as we are ... or, rather ... not dressed as we are."

 

[saedo]

would you not enjoy having me in your lap at this time ... dressed as we are

Simon's eyes narrowed at Bella's inquiry? Was she being serious? Or was this more of her wry sense of humor?

Her expression was little help. The set of her face suggested sincerity, but her eyes danced with merriment. Clearly his consternation at the situation amused her. Watch the old guy get befuddled by a bunch of women half his age. Har-de-har-har.

Had she moved closer? She certainly seemed to be. Or perhaps it was he that had shifted?Simon couldn't even trust his own reactions at this point.

Case in point, he could feel his cock hardening in the warm water. He Fortunately the turbulent bubbles hid it from view. Even so, he felt it nudge against Bella's leg underneath the surface. He hoped she wouldn't notice.

"I . . . I wouldn't expect that of you," Simon offered tentatively. "You be already had to share quite a lot on this trip, for which I am quite grateful. I wouldn't want you to do anything more. Certainly nothing you might find . . . uncomfortable."

 

[BellaMiles]

"I wouldn't want you to do anything more," Simon said. "Certainly nothing you might find . . . uncomfortable."

With a serious tone and expression, Bella responded without hesitation, "I would not find making love with you uncomfortable, Simon."

She hesitated, waiting for a response; as she did, Bella wondered whether or not her boss and John had noticed that this was the first time she'd used his given name alone intentionally, without quickly correcting it with a substitution of his surname.

Before he could respond, though, Bella went on with a soft but sincere tone, "I have only known you a day and a few hours, Simon. But it doesn't take a month or a year or a lifetime to conclude that you are a good man. An honorable man. A trustworthy man. And, to be honest, a sexy man."

She let her gaze drop to the water above his groin for only a moment before looking back up and smiling devilishly. "And I am not saying that simply because you are the most incredibly, well endowed man I've ever had the good fortune of seeing naked and ... well ... in action."

Bella repositioned how she was sitting a bit, just enough to cause the swollen nipples of each breast to rise slightly out of the water and into Simon's view. She continued, "Whether you know it or not ... whether you believe it or not ... you are the kind of man any woman would want to be close to ... would want to be intimate with ... lovers with. Any woman. This woman."

Once again, Bella hesitated just long enough for Simon to contemplate responding without giving him enough to time to actually do so. With a tad bit more emotion in her voice and expression -- which, ironically, was not entirely faked per her professional relationship to him -- Bella went on, "Mister Parker ... I work for you. I am your employee. It would be improper for you to cross the very short distance between us and make love to me without my expressed permission. But Simon ... if you felt the same for me as I do you right now ... it would not be improper for me to close that distance ... to come to you ... to crawl into your lap ... to put you inside of me and make passionate love to you ... so long as I had permission from you."

She shifted again, rising taller, exposing the full of her bulbous bosom for Simon's view before finishing, "Simon, I so badly need to make love with you ... and unless you tell me now ... unless you stop me ... I am going to presume that you want me, too ... that your silence is the permission I need to find the greatest of pleasures by having you inside me."

 

[saedo]

Simon held still as Bella spoke. Her words sounded sincere, but the situation seemed surreal. Gorgeous girls lusting openly for his cock was pure fantasy. It was something he'd read in the Penthouse forum stories he'd read in the magazines they'd stolen from Tommy Chapman's older brother. But stuff like that didn't happen in real life. It just didn't.

So he said nothing in response. To speak would burst this bubble of illusion. The mere prospect of her fantastical tale had his massive cockhead swelling above the surface, a purplish mountain of lust. He hadn't wanted something this badly in years.

Simon, I so badly need to make love with you ... and unless you tell me now ... unless you stop me ... I am going to presume that you want me, too ... that your silence is the permission I need to find the greatest of pleasures by having you inside me.

Bella rose from the water as she spoke. Her enormous breasts floated overhead, water dripping from the thickest nipples he'd ever seen. She moved closer to him, her skin slightly flushed beneath her caramel tan.

His eyes dropped to her abdomen as it narrowed to her tiny waist and then flared out to those lovely hips. Moments later, the dark curls on her rounded mons appeared. Then her pussy itself, the lips already plump with blood.

Simon distantly recognized that he he was breathing harder. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. And still he remained motionless save for the very visible throbbing in his girthy erection.

Bella's pussy hovered just above his cockhead. For a moment, she hesitated. He looked up and saw the briefest flash of concern. Yes, she saw it, too. That tiny little slit compared to this bulbous knob. It couldn't possibly fit. No, it was far too big. It would surely hurt her to try. No, it was far too much for her. This could never work. This was a fool's dream.

But then she moved closer still. He could see her breasts ruse and fall as her breathing intensified as well. She was anxious about this, too. Perhaps not as much as he, but she was emotionally involved. This was not something either of them took lightly.

Her hips lowered and he groaned softly as her nether lips made contact. The girthy helm began stretching them wide almost immediately as she rubbed the blunt tip against her. It couldn't possibly fit. He knew it. She knew it. But she was going to try. He could see it in her eyes. Simon held his breath as she lowered herself further, his cock pressing more firmly against her slick, narrow entrance.

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella had given Simon a few seconds to consider her announcement that she was going to come over and put his big cock inside her. This moment could be the make or break even of her very well paying mission. When her boss said nothing to indicate he would object to her actions, Bella rose out of the water and went slowly to him. Her eyes never left his, although his were for the most part checking out her feminine features.

The high end escort was very proud of her body and of the effect it had on other people, men and women alike. Oh, it wasn't as if she'd sculpted herself, of course; whether you believed it was all because of DNA or because of God's kindness, Bella accepted that her only contribution to her dramatic figure was her dedication to good diet and exercise. Watching Simon watch her, though, made Bella thrilled to have the physical assets she possessed.

The same could be said about Simon, too. Sure, he had a few luxury comfort pounds to his form, the result of a life of hard but not particularly athletic work, as well as the bucks available to eat the best foods, which meant the richest, sweetest, and fattiest foods. But underneath that slight layer, Bella saw the skeletal and muscular form of a man who must have had a line of women outside his bedroom, awaiting their turn to be with him.

And in thinking this, Bella wasn't even considering Simon's monster of a cock. If she hadn't known anything about it -- if she hadn't laid eyes on the bulge in his slacks that first time they'd met -- Bella still would have known that Simon had been a lady-killer during his younger years.

And regarding that incredible cock, Bella took her time to move herself in over it, her knees on the Jacuzzi seat straddling Simon's thighs, one hand reaching out to the tub's wall to steady her position, while the other reached down between the two of them to take hold of the man's hard as rock shaft.

Bella couldn't help but smile a bit at the feel of it. Then she giggled. In a whisper, she said with obvious admiration, "My God, Simon."

She took her time putting her boss/John's/lover's massively bulbous head inside her. She had to; it was simply that big, almost too big. Bella had set her gaze on Simon's eyes, but as he parted her vaginal muscles, she drew and held a deep breath, looked away, and let the air go in a rush.

"Jesus..."

Bella hesitated a moment, looked back to Simon, and released a short, sharp chuckle. She pushed downward an inch or two, stopped, and hesitated again. "Simon, you're ... oh God."

Her indirect indications of her awe with his cock were sincere; Bella was honestly amazed with Simon's manhood. She moved both of her hands to the man's neck, taking hold of him there and caressing her thumbs upon his jaw and temples, then pulling upwards a bit then downward again, in hopes of distributing some of her naturally voluminous lubricant. She again drew and held a deep breath a moment before letting it out in a rush as she took another inch or so of thick, hard cock inside her resistant pussy.

Then -- in contrast to any previous job she'd taken during her relatively short career -- Bella leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Simon's in an erotic kiss. As their lips formed together and her tongue found his, Bella lowered another couple of inches, moaning into Simon's mouth. Then again: up a bit, down more than that, moan. Then again, and finally again, before she pulled her face back from his.

"Oh my God, Simon," she groaned, her chest swelling and shrinking, "Oh God, you just ... you're filling me up."

Bella fell forward until her entire upper body was pressed to his. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and skull, holding him tightly as she ever so slightly gyrated her lover body against his, seeking to loosen her tightness to serve them both more readily.

"I want you fuck me, Simon," she whispered, pulling back again to look into his eyes. Beginning to move her body to and fro over his groin, taking progressively more and more of his length in and out of her, Bella begged barely above a whisper, "Fuck me, Simon. I need you to fuck me, please."

 

[saedo]

  Bella lowered herself onto his massive cockhead. For a moment, nothing happened; then the blunt tip pushed inside. Her pussy stretched visibly around the blunt helm. "Jesus . . . ," she gasped, clearly taken aback.

Simon tensed. This was always the acid test. A small percentage of potential lovers never even made it this far; one look at this huge throbbing pillar was enough for them to declare him far too big for them. Most just stared with wide eyes at his immense girth for several seconds before deciding that maybe they could handle it. But it was when their tender flesh distended around that enormous cockhead that they really knew for sure.

Bella bit her lower lip and moaned softly, one hand feeling his hardness through her own flesh. "Simon, you're . . . ," she began, pausing to wince slightly. " . . . oh God."

Simon held his tongue. He'd been here dozens of times before; certainly enough to know that there was little he could do at this stage. Either she'd quit or continue. His words couldn't help and neither could his actions. Being still and letting her have control was the best option.

After a moment, she lowered herself an inch or so further, encompassing the entirety of the giant knob. " . . . oh God!" she repeated, this time eyes wide open and with a slight tinge of awe. Her gaze shifted to his and a tug of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Simon smiled back in return; this was a good sign.

Bella continued to descend in short, slow segments: an inch or so at a time. Her pussy sank beneath the bubbling surface as the first quarter of him disappeared inside. Bella's mood grew gradually more confident. She leaned towards him, putting her enormous bosom in his face. Simon responded by putting his mouth around one of her glorious nipples and rolling his tongue around it.

When she'd gotten a bit over a third, she bent down and kissed him. Her lips were full, warm, and soft. As soon as his touched hers, she slid her tongue out. Soon the two of them were locked in a full-on oral embrace that continued until they both needed to break for air.

Bella ran a hand over her abdomen, tracing the thick bulge beneath her taut muscles. " Oh my God, Simon," she moaned, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She sank another inch and seemed to both cry and giggle at the same time. "Oh God, you're just . . . you're filling me up!"

It actually took another few minutes of languid descent before he filled her. Simon was glad for the "special massage" earlier. Had Bella attempted this when he was fresh, he doubted he could have lasted this long. Her pussy quivered and strained against his cock in that most intimate of ways. Even just sitting still while she slowly lowered herself on him was incredibly erotic for him.

Bella gasped slightly as the tip of his cock struck bottom. But with a handful more of the fat shaft yet to go, she seemed undaunted. "I want you fuck me, Simon," she whispered, grinding her hips ever so slightly. He felt the gateway to her womb rub against his cockhead deep, deep inside her. The look in her eyes was hungry. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

"Fuck me, Simon. I need you to fuck me . . . please!.

"Okay," he began, his voice a heavy rumble thanks to his own aching lust. "Before I get too . . . far . . . is it okay if I . . . ," he paused, nodding towards her midsection. " . . . inside you?"

 

[BellaMiles]

Simon's inquiry about whether or not he could cum inside her make Bella smile, for reasons he would probably imagine and reasons he couldn't. The first, of course -- the known reasons -- were about whether Bella was concerned that Simon would knock her up. She kissed him passionately again, answering him in whisper, "You won't get me pregnant, Simon. I assure you of that."

As she began slowly working the man's massive cock in and out of her, an inch at a time, then two, then three, she reflected on the reasons for which Simon wouldn't have imagined Bella was smiling: she'd seen his latest medical report for the company's insurance plan, courtesy of Mark Trent, his partner. Bella knew Simon was clean, in case it was the potential for disease that had been the reason for his question, not one of finding himself a father in nine months.

"I'm clean ... and healthy ... Simon," Bella managed between breaths deeply drawn at the almost overwhelming sensation of his monster of a cock sliding in and out of her. She kissed him again, adding, "And I know ... you're clean and ... healthy, too ... because ... you're a good man ... and you ... you wouldn't have put your cock in me ... if you ... weren't."

Bella often found herself having to feign pleasure with clients, something many women did with their husbands, their boyfriends, the guys they'd allowed to pick them up at lounges. Men did the same at times, too; if men were always happy with the women they were fucking at the time, Bella and those like her would have far fewer men ready to spend their money in the way those women needed.

Occasionally, Bella came across a man who could genuinely make her happy to have him inside her, and Simon was most definitely one of those men. He seriously did fill her up, both with his length and his girth. As she began taking more of him in and out of her -- four inches, five, six -- she thanked Mother Nature for giving her a pussy that became soppy wet with natural lubricants, allowing her boss's huge piston to slip easily in and out of her cylinder like the big machine it was.

She wrapped her arms around Simon's neck and skull again, pulling her big titties into his face as they swelled and waned with the building excitement. Under normal circumstances, Bella would have waited until she was sure her John was just seconds away from orgasm before she would either fake her own climax or -- it luck was with her -- explode in true euphoria.

But these weren't normal circumstances.

Simon's cock moving in and out of her, caressing her sensitive nub on the outside and touching places inside that no man had ever pleasured were simply too much for her. And as the soft moans coming from her throat turned to soft cries, Bella sped up her movements in Simon's lap until finally she drew a last deep breath, held it, and gasped out as the ecstasy erupted throughout her entire being.

 

[saedo]

  Bella smiled that smile of hers. Was it foolish of him to see affection in it? Yes, most likely. She'd been right about him at dinner last night. He was lonelier than he cared to admit. He wanted her smile to mean more than mere physical pleasure. Silly old man.

She sighed as she rubbed hersekt against him, telling him how he need not worry about pregnancy or disease. He felt foolish for not thinking about the latter. He'd been more concerned about whether she wanted the feel of his cum inside her. Particularly given how much of it there could be.

Certainly his wife had; she'd eagerly run her hands over her belly full of his cum and moan for more. She adored the sensation of being stuffed. If not for that complication after Tasha that precluded further children, they'd probably have had half a dozen kids.

But he'd had girlfriends and lovers that hadn't. Even when pregnancy wasn't a concern, some disliked feeling his hot sperm inside them without a condom. He'd even had one girl who insisted he wear two in case one broke. Consequently, Bella's welcoming attitude to the raw experience was a relief.

Bella grew more active atop him. Her hips rose off his, sliding a bit of his thick pole out of her. She then descended till the fat knob collided with her cervix, prompting a seductive groan that suggested her pleasure was outweighing her discomfort.

The beauty's efforts intensified. She rose a handful of inches now and descended with vigor. The water resistance slowed everything down, so it was still more of a ballet. Had they been on outside the jacuzzi, she'd have been pounding his cock aggressively.

Did she like it rough? That was something Simon could do by accident. Moving something so massive in such a tight space could feel aggressive even if he didn't intend. Most women preferred he always move slowly, if at all. Few wanted to have their insides battered by his enormity. But maybe Bella did.

He grunted and groaned along with her. His own pressure was rising rapidly. Simon started to warn her he was close.

But slightly to his surprise, she suddenly let out a tortured gasp, her eyes wide. Her body shook against his as her pussy strained in rapid patterns against his swollen girth. He glanced towards the door as her cries escalated in volume; even with the rumbling jacuzzi, that had to have been audible nearby.

He tried to hold on and let her finish on her own, but the sheer delight in her voice was too much. Simon grit his teeth to but her a few more seconds, but then his own breath exploded out of him with a great bellow. Cum rocketed out him in thick torrents, filling what little space she had left in her overstuffed pussy and eagerly seeking passage to her womb. He made a handful of gasps for air, groaning from the effort as his balls emptied into her.

Simon clutched her to him, her glorious tits mashed against his chest as lay his head on her shoulder. His breath came in loud bursts as he recovered from the intense climax. The pleasure and joy almost brought him to tears. He'd not expected to feel so moved by the experience.

Eventually he realized he'd been squeezing her too him for some time. "Sorry," he said, relaxing his arms around her slender frame. "That was a bit intense."

He paused, then confessed quietly. "Tgar was . .. wonderful. It's . . . it's been a long time for me. Since . . . " His voice quietly trailed off as thoughts of his wife came to mind. "Thank you," he concluded instead.
*

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella's body trembled throughout for what seemed a lifetime; she hadn't orgasmed this hard in forever, if ever at all. Finally, as the tense ecstasy began to wane, replaced instead by the euphoric afterglow, she relaxed and collapsed into Simon. She simply rested against him, in his arms, lost to the world for who knew how long until he said with an apologetic tone, "Sorry ... That was a bit intense."

Bella laughed, her breasts jiggling against his chest and cheek. She asked with humor, "Really ... really, Simon. I didn't notice."

She pulled his head back and pressed her mouth to his; their lips barely parted, their tongues stayed put, and yet the kiss was so intense that it sent a chill up Bella's spine.

"That was . .. wonderful," he said when their mouth's parted. "It's . . . it's been a long time for me. Since . . . "

Bella didn't immediately consider that Simon was thinking of his wife, but then she realized it about the time he was telling her, "Thank you."

She smiled broadly. Her chest was still swelling against him, her heart pounding fiercely as she mirrored her own appreciation, "No, Simon. Thank you."

She maneuvered her boss's face into the crevasse of her big titties and pressed the rest of her even more into his body, begging through continuing breaths of exhilaration, "Can we ... can we just ... sit here for a while."

Bella repositioned her lower body a bit, taking more of Simon's length inside her with a low moan. She clenched her still trembling pussy muscles about his shaft, then giggled. With both of her hands now clenching his headful of hair, Bella turned Simon's face such that his mouth was atop a hard nipple.

"I don't want to leave here," she whispered as she encouraged him to take a bite. Then she added, "Ever!"

 

[saedo]

The tired pair clutched one another, each breathing heavily. Simon held his arms loosely around Bella, one hand at her shoulder and the other resting atop the swell of her right buttock. She held him in return, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Can we . . . can we just . . . sit here for a while?" she inquired softly. Her voice had a slight purr to it, though. Her intent was further suggested as her internal muscles tugged at his cock. Post-orgasm, his erection had faded somewhat. Taking advantage of his semi-flaccidity, Bella appeared to be trying to pull even more of his cock inside. He could feel the entrance to her womb tugging at the tip of his cock.

"I don't think you are just sitting, my dear," he replied with a chuckle. "How much more can you want from me?"

Truth be told, he wasn't necessarily averse to the idea. Despite having already cum twice, he could probably go again fairly soon. Sexual stamina had never been a problem for him. Still, he didn't want to seem overly eager.

His assistant, however, seemed eager enough for the both of them. And probably one or two other people, for that matter. She placed a hand alongside his face and pulled him gently towards one of her massive breasts and aimed one enormous nipple at him. "I don't want to leave here," she insisted. A pleased moan left her as his lips closed around her areola and his tongue lapped at her rock-hard nipple.

Simon had always adored breasts and Bella's were among the best he'd ever encountered. Given that she seemed equally delighted to have attention paid to hers, they made quite a pair. He suckled at her nipple, enjoying her coos and moans. Was this mere foreplay for her? Or was she one of those women who could climax from breastplay alone?

Meanwhile, his cock began to recover from its rest. The flesh began to thicken inside her, prompting a new tone in her voice. Clearly Bella wanted more. Could she stretch enough to take all of him? Would she force his swelling cockhead past that last barrier?

"Uh-hmmmm."

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught them both by surprise. Simon started slightly and turned his head to see the redheaded masseuse from the massage session. She was standing just inside the door, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Making eye contact with either of them seemed to disquiet the poor girl. And if he was judging her eyeline correctly, she kept sneaking quick glances at Bella's exposed breasts.


~~~~

Zoe glared at the Maria's flat hand next to her own fist "El papel vence al roca," she acknowledged with a defeated sigh. She clenched both fists as she steeled herself, then reached for the handle to the door to the jacuzzi room.

She really didn't want to do this. It wasn't all that unusual for a couple's massage to end in a quickie between the two clients. That usually meant an even bigger tip for Zoe and Maria, so they didn't mind.

Unfortunately, the Trents weren't all that quick. Zoe and Maria had been hearing moans and grunts for several minutes. Zoe might had admired their stamina, but they had another appointment coming in, so they needed to get the Trents out of here before the next clients arrived.

She'd said a small prayer when she heard the Trents climax. God, the sounds Mrs. Trent made; Zoe's own panties had re-dampened themselves hearing her. The redhead licked her lips just thinking about the gorgeous wife.

(Not that Mr. Trent was all that bad. Pretty decent looking for an older guy, really. But that monster between his legs just made her shudder. She didn't mind a nice cock, but that thing was a pussy destroyer. Thank God Maria had done his massage. Just seeing that thing across the room from her made Zoe nervous. )

But with the clock still ticking, they couldn't just wait and hope the Trents eventually left. What if they decided to soak in the warm water for 20 minutes? No, someone had to go inside and tell them. And since neither of them wanted to, they'd played rock-paper-scissors for the unenviable task.

~~~~
Zoe eased open the door and peeked inside. Yes, they were both still there. Dios mio! Were they starting again? Mrs. Trent had stuffed her breast in Mr. Trent's face and was starting to moan again. How many times could these two go?!

Taking a deep breath, Zoe let it out slowly to calm herself. "Ahem." Her soft word went completely unnoticed. Cringing slightly, she took another breath and loudly cleared her throat. "Uh-hmmmm."

The couple turned to look at her. Mr. Trent looked a bit surprised and embarrassed. Mrs. Trent smiled sort of dreamily, her eyelids half-lowered in a lusty way. Zoe tried not to notice how swollen the beauty's tits were. Or that slight bulge in Mrs. Trent's abdomen. Was that Mr. Trent's enormous cock? Or had he pumped out that much cum? The man seemed to have an over-abundance of everything.

Feeling the color rising in her cheeks -- not to mention how hard her own nipples were beneath her Hotel Royale Day Spa shirt -- Zoe proceeded. "Mister Trent? Missus Trent? I am afraid time is almost up. You need go soon, okay. Must get ready for next guest appointment, por favor." She could feel her English skills stumbling in the face of such awkwardness, but she stumbled on as best we could. "Please use towels," she continued, pointing to the stack of white terrycloth that was always kept near the jacuzzi.

~~~~
Simon flushed with embarrassment. Even though the bubbling water concealed most of them, Bella's tits were half visible above the bubbles. Also, their current positions strongly suggested she was impaled on his cock, which she assuredly was. That the redheaded masseuse seemed equally uneasy about being here didn't help, either.

"Right, right, sorry," he replied. "We'll get out of your way, no problem."

 

[BellaMiles]

"Uh-hmmmm."

Contrary to how it might have seemed, Bella had actually heard Zoe first announcement of her presence at the door; there had also been just enough of a change in air pressure and sound from beyond the Jacuzzi room to alert her to their current situation no longer being private.

The masseuse explained her situation and made her apologies, to which Simon responded, "Right, right, sorry. We'll get out of your way, no problem."

Bella could see the way the hotel employee was taking quick peeks at her bosom. She already knew that the pair of masseuses were more than willing to go above and beyond to serve their clients. With her own apology for how they'd lost track of time, then -- in Brazilian Portuguese -- asked Zoe to remain for a private conversation.

Bella repositioned her feet and legs to allow her to withdraw Simon's sword from her sheath, kissing him softly and instructing him in a barely audible whisper, "Sit on the edge of the tub, please, Simon."

She then turned to face the service worker and climbed out of the tub. Zoe had seen the American escort naked earlier, of course, but this time Bella's body glistened from the Jacuzzi water cascading down her body; droplets clung to her nipples, to the undersides of her incredible breasts, from her extended clitoris and the lower curves of her swollen labia. And Bella caught Maria looking to each of these places, regardless of whether or not she shouldn't have been for propriety reasons.

The escort from the north stopped close to Zoe and spoke to her in whispers. The masseuse peeked past Bella to look at Simon a couple of times -- taking in his handsome face, his relatively fit body, his enormous cock -- after which she returned to the quiet conversation in Portuguese. Finally, after one last look at the man sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, Zoe nodded slightly, checked the clock on the wall, and said just before leaving, "I should go check on my next client."

Bella watched her leave, turned to show that devilish smirk of hers to Simon, and said, "We should go back to our room and dress and go get an early dinner. I'm famished."



The next hour or so was interesting, for lack of another word. The pair who had just enjoyed incredible orgasms with one another dealt with one another as if they were nothing more than they had been when they met: employer and assistant. Oh, they were friendly and polite and chatted and joked and laughed about things, but Bella intentionally did her best to keep the conversation between them from diverting back to their love making session or Simon's hand job or anything else that had happened in the previous hour-plus.

She took her clothing, make up bag, and other needs to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and showered the chlorinated water from her body before dressing for dinner. As Simon did the same, she pulled her hair up into a simple arrangement that didn't require it to be fully dried first. As usual, her makeup was spare.

Bella waited out on the room's patio for Simon to finish his own preparations, then came in and asked with a soft, even tentative tone, "Should we talk about what happened today."

And then she just let the conversation hang there. She wanted Simon to speak his mind; even though all that had happened between them may have seemed a prelude to a personal relationship of some sort, Bella was working. Her purpose for being here was to give Simon anything and everything he needed to relax in his personal and professional life, and she needed direction from him. She needed to know what he thought about their interaction, and if he even wanted to talk about it.

 

[saedo]

 
Mrs. Trent rose off Mr. Trent's immense cock as she stood up from the jacuzzi. As soon as it popped free, the thick organ splashed down in the water. Meanwhile, a frothy mix of cum and pussy nectar courses from Mrs. Trent's stretched pussy now that it was no longer plugged.

Zoe stared at the visual. Just seeing that beautiful little pussy impaled by that monstrosity made her own love canal ache and shiver. Also xtge sheer amount of fluid was impressive. Even afterwards, the beautiful Mrs. Trent had a slight swell to her upper abdomen. God, the man must be a terror, but hid wife seemed to revel in it.

Of course, it was a good thing Maria was waiting outside. The Trents were leaving quite a mess to clean up.

~~~~~
Simon felt a little embarrassed exiting the salon. That poor redhead had seen far more of him than he'd ever expected. His nudity and all the gobs of cum he'd splattered around -- it hardly seemed appropriate behavior in front of a stranger. Consequently, he'd tipped an amount well in excess of the billed services when signing the bill. Hopefully the extra cash would partially absolve the mess they'd made.

Bella seemed almost oddly at ease, though. Standing up, cum trickling down her thighs, she'd stood openly naked as if it mattered not. Was this just how all young people were? No sense of shame or embarrassment? Or was it just her?

Or was she merely feigning this to be brave? Perhaps she preferred appearing nonchalant rather than appear vulnerable? Too many questions still remained about this still unfamiliar beauty.

Yet her behavior changed after they donned their clothes and returned to the room. Bella went fully dressed into the bathroom with a change of clothes and locked the door behind her. She emerged freshly showed and in clean clothes after twenty minutes. No brazen, half-naked display like their first night in the room. No hinted invitation to join her. No, now she seemed almost demure.

Simon followed her lead. He showered and changed into fresh clothes in private, just as she had. He then found her on the patio.

"Should we talk about what happened today."

"Probably," he responded. Simon sat down in one of the other lounge chairs and thought for a moment.

"I didn't expect that. The massage or what followed. None of it. Part of me still can't believe it did happen. It seems almost too good to be true."

"I enjoyed it." He paused. "Maybe not the being naked abs aroused in front of two complete strangers. But the rest of it . . . you, especially . . . I very much liked that."

Simon took a deep breath. "I haven't been with a woman in a long time. Not since . . . you know. As such, that meant quite a lot to me. So, thank you. For being with me."

"I don't know what this means going forward. If this was heat of the moment, that's fine. I understand. I can walk away from it and not look back. And if If you feel uncomfortable being my assistant now, that's fine. You don't have to stay and your employment won't be affected, I promise.

"But if you want to continue, I'd like that. I'd like that very much. But you should know that I don't think I could do 'casual' for long. Maybe for a fantasy weekend in a foreign resort. But when we go home, I have a real life waiting, not a fantasy.

He chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm not professing my undying affection like some silly teenager. But I know myself. I can do the 'just sex' relationship for a bit, but eventually I'm going to want more. Conversation, shared interests, you know. So maybe be thinking about what you want. Maybe this should just be a fondly remembered moment of passion."
*