The Misadventures of Suzy Wild: Collected Confessions

by Wild, Suzy

  “Sounds good to me,” I replied.

  About fifteen minutes later we were back at our hotel. Adam was on the top floor and I hadn't been up there. I let out a gasp when I stepped into his room.

  “Wow, you got a good room,” I kidded. It was huge, a massive king sized bed, in a separate bedroom, a marble and gold bathroom, a lounge, and out the front on the balcony, overlooking the Croisette and the ocean, a hot tub. “A hot tub? No way.”

  “I know, ridiculous isn’t it. I haven’t even been in it yet.” He popped the cork on the huge bottle of Champagne and poured us a glass each. We stood on the balcony and looked down at the sea below, sparkling in the moonlight. “Cheers, and thanks for you all your help.” We clinked glasses.

  “It was nothing, I’ve enjoyed it. You know it’s fun working for you.” I bushed even as I said it.

  “Why thank you. Are you cold?” He asked as I shivered.

  “A little,”

  “You know, we could always jump in the hot tub. Champagne, hot tub under the stars a vie of the sea.”

  “Sounds good to me!” I said a little too quickly, “But I don’t have anything to wear.”

  “Good point. Look, I don’t want it to be weird or anything, it just might be fun to have a drink in there. I can lend you a pair of my boxers, once the bubbles are going if you stay low I won’t see anything, and I won’t look, I promise.” He held his hand up.

  “Ok,” I laughed. I realized the champagne had gone a little to my head.

  “Great, hold on.” I followed him inside as he rummaged in a draw. He pulled out some trunk style boxers. “Here, you can use these. Why don’t you get changed in the bathroom, there’s robes in there.”

  I took the pants from him and went into the bathroom, feeling a little giddy. Why did I feel so naughty? This was just some fun, nothing else. Nothing was going to happen I old myself. But I think I knew. I slipped out of my dress and shoes, removed my underwear and pulled on his trunks. They were white, and tight, fitting me snuggly. I stood on ti toe and looked at myself in the mirror. The curve of my bottom cheeks smiled from below the fabric.Turning to the front the shorts looked, well, hot. The thick elastic band was well below my belly button, sitting on my hips, underneath my tight, trim waist. There was no spare material in them and I could see the curve of my pudenda. It felt good. I slipped on a heavy white toweling robe and stepped out.

  “Great,” Adam said. He’d put on some music and I made my way towards the hit tub, which he’d got bubbling away. “I’ll get changed while you get in and get comfortable. I won’t peek,” he added mischievously as he entered the bathroom.

  I stepped out into the cool night air. The champagne bottle stood in a bucket at the side of the hot tub. I slipped out of the robe, my nipples stiffening in the cool night air. I had a moment of sober doubt, then I climbed in and it was lost in the heat of the water and bubbles. I sat and he was right, all but the top of my breasts disappeared beneath the bubbles as I sat.

  “Are you decent?” came a shout.

  “Yes!” I replied. Adam came out clad in a robe. I watched as he slipped it off. I’d known he was in good shape, but I hadn’t expected a rippling six pack beneath carved pecs. Suddenly I felt a lot hotter, and it wasn’t the water. He was wearing trunks like mine and they were tight on him too. Very tight, I could make out the not insignificant bulge of his cock wrapped to one side of his body. Then he was stepping into the water and I forced my eyes away to look at his eyes.

  “Wow, this is good,” Adam sighed, settling into the bubbles and taking a sip of champagne, “Cheers.” We clinked glasses and drank. I don’t know if we were nervous, but the fizzy wine disappeared fast.

  “A top up?” I asked.

  “Please,” Replied Adam. Without thinking I reached for his glass then stood to grab the bottle. As I did it I remembered I had no top on. Adam sat there staring at my shining wet breasts. I poured the champagne. I was standing on a ledge to reach the bottle and the water was only up to my thighs. I saw Adam’s eyes drift down. I looked down. The trunks were completely transparent. I could see, as Adam surely could, the thin strip of dark hair above where the flimsy material was clinging to the outline of my pussy lips. The sight of him staring at me turned me on and I felt a hot flush in my pussy, I could feel I was getting moist. I handed him his glass, standing up for longer than I needed to. As I fussed with the champagne I turned away from him and bent over, holding my legs straight, pushing my ass up, knowing that he would be seeing every detail of my now throbbing pussy through the material. I took my time and turned back around with my own glass, clinking it on his, before slowly sinking back into the water.

  “Great view,” Adam said in a strangely husky voice.

  “Is it?”

  “Definitely. Bottoms up.” He added with a wink, draining his glass. I followed suit then held out my glass. Adam smiled and reached to take it from me, standing up out of the water as he did so. I gasped. His trunks were transparent, revealing his tumescent cock standing thickly to attention, the head some two or three inches clear of the gripping waist band of his trunks. He was so near to me as he took my glass, so near. His rippling body, the sculpted abs glistening with water, his hard cock poking upwards. I reached out and ran a hand across his washboard stomach. He stood still. I let me hand trail to the shiny head of his cock. It felt hot. I tugged at the waistband of his trunks, pulling them down, releasing the thick length of his throbbing penis. Without even thinking what I was doing I grasped his shaft and licked my tongue around his head. He groaned and put the champagne glasses down. I pouted my lips and sank them along his length I could fee the tip of his cock pushing against my throat before I slid it back out.

  “Suzy...” he groaned in a heavy voice, but I was sliding him back into the heat of my mouth, feeling him go deeper. I tilted my jaw up and took him deeper and deeper, way down into my throat until my lips were resting against the short pubic hair at the bas of his cock. His balls hung heavy beneath. I stayed still for a while then slid back up, then down. I felt his hands go to the side of my head, gently at first. Then he started to grind his hips, pushing his rod deep into my throat. I let my hands go around his taut buttocks, controlling his thrusts. He grew more frenzied, harder, then he was fucking my throat so deeply, banging against my face with his abs, I could feel his balls slapping my chin. My mascaras was running from my eyes as I choked and slurped on the meat. I let one hand slide around the wetness of his ass and as he drove forward I pushed a finger up his ass, feeling his sphincter resist, then allow me access. He gave a massive groan and he was cumming, jets of hot spunk drenched my throat as I twisted my finger deep in his ass.

  He pulled out, and looked down at me. I must have looked a sight! Panda eyes from my running mascara, a thick slather of his juices over my chin. He just bent over and hoisted me out of the water like I was no weight and bodily carried me onto the bed.

  He threw me down and ripped off the trunks, then his tongue was at my pussy. I groaned as I cradled his head between my legs, his mouth working wet magic. I could feel the stubble grazing my thighs as his rough tongue probed and my pussy and flicked at my swollen clit. He slid one, then two fingers into my now drenched pussy. Slid them in and out. Then, as he licked at my clit he slid one lubed up finger up my ass and this time it was my term to cum. I pulled at his hair, holding his mouth to my pleasure until I stopped convulsing.

  I let him go and he moved, but only to turn my over. Instinctively I raised my hips but his hands were already pulling them upright and I was roughly pulled onto all fours.

  I felt the heat of him closing in on me, then his cock was nudging my pussy entrance. Then he was in. My muscles resisted for an instant, then he was all the way inside me in one, single deep thrust. He groaned, and waited a moment. Then withdrew completely. I felt the tip of his cock nudge my anus. My God! I didn’t do anal, never had, not even with my husband, but suddenly I wanted it more than ever. He pushed gently but insistently and I brea
thed deep willing myself to relax. My sphincter reluctantly opened and he slowly eased his cock, lubed with my pussy juices forward. As my muscled contracted around the ridge head of his cock I though I would faint, the feeling was so intense. He knew what he was doing, he was so gently, yet firm. He paused then slowly his weight came forward and I felt his shaft filling me, on and on until I thought it would have to stop, but still he came. I’d only just come form the pressure of his tongue and it must have set something off because I could feel it coming again, the waves of pleasure rocking up through my pelvis as he violated my ass, something no man had ever done. I screamed as I came and that was his signal. He bucked violently and I felt a hot jet deep inside me, then he pulled out so suddenly I gasped. His hot juices continued spurting over my ass cheeks and back. I just lay there panting on the bed. I could feel his cum dripping hot in my anal passage, which still twitched with pleasure. Overwhelmed, the feelings of ecstasy still coursing through me I stood, and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom for a shower. I wasn’t done with him yet.

  We turned on the hot water, our bodies shimmering underneath the shower as we entwined together, our mouths locked. I picked up the soap, and we worked it over each other, soaping our wet bodies, as I lathered his cock he grew hard again. He hefted my thighs up, I locked my ankles behind his back, and then he as deep in my pussy this time. My back slammed against the shower wall, the water cascading down as he fucked me hard, supporting my weight with his arms. I came harder than I’d ever come before and he came inside me.

  It was as if we knew this night was a one-off that neither of us wanted to end. We flopped back to the bed, this time sixty-nining, his tongue working me as I took him deep, we both came again and again, then finally as dawn was breaking, I straddled him, and sitting astride him gently made love to him, collapsing as we finished together before falling into a deep sleep.

  Neither of us has spoken about it since, but there’s another big conference coming up in a few weeks. I’ve got my fingers crossed...