Hotel Sexcapades

They moved into the small hotel room\'s bathroom. She turned on the shower, the water was the perfect temperature. Sara took his hand and they stepped into the shower together. The little hotel basket of supplies was on the edge of the tub, she tore open the small body soap and began to wash herself off, basking in Andrew\'s gaze. First she started with her arms, scrubbing slightly as she w as she worked her way up and over her breasts. The sudsy trail disappearing almost as soon as it made itself visible under the torrent of water. The shit that had begun to cake on her body worked itself off in a murkey soapy slush. Sara turned around and expertly washed her back and ran the bar of soap over her ass, slipping her hand down to clean any of the shit that she may have missed from their earlier evening activities. She knew that she was giving Andrew a very clear view of her ass, and that it would probably excite him again, but that was part of her plan. She bent over more and let the water tumble over her ass as she washed her legs and then stood up and turned around.

\"Your turn\" she said, glancing briefly at his shit covered cock. She started with his arms, making soapy patterns and rinsing them off. She washed his chest and stomach. Then she got on her knees and washed his feet and legs. As she drew closer to his hardening cock, she would stop and the soap would travel somewhere else. When she thought he couldn\'t take it any longer, she took the soap and rubbed her hands around it, making her hands all soapy.

Andrew resituated himself while she worked the soap in her hands, so that he was mostly laying down in the tub, with her between his legs once more. Sara took her soap covered hands, and very carefully began to clean the shit from Andrew\'s cock. By doing this, she was also indirectly giving him a sudsy hand job. Her hands worked their way up and down his cock the soap turnning murky as the shit was cleaned off. Sara cupped the water from the shower in her hands and gently rinsed Andrew\'s cock off. Once it was clean she moved up so that she was strattling him in the tub, the water on her back and Andrew\'s cock beneath her.

Sara suddenly sat down on his cock, having her insides filled. She looked at him while she began to ride his cock, rocking up and down all the while going back and forth, her breasts bouncing slightly. Andrew took her bouncing breasts and held them, as though they were the reins to a very strange horse, she rode him hard and fast. Her insides gripping his cock as she felt the pressure begin to rise once more. Sara gasped as she felt him cum inside of her, the hot spurting liquid was amazing, one of the best gifts he could have given her.

She kissed him once and pulled herself off of his limpining cock, rinsed herself off and stepped out of the shower. Andrew followed and was handed a white fluffy towel. Sara wrapped the towel around her and stepped out into their room. She picked up her discarded bra, and put it on, latching it in the back. Her thong had mysteriously disappeared, and she reluctantly just put on the skirt she had worn. The pink shirt slid on and then she turned to see that Andrew had already pulled on his t-shirt, boxer briefs and jeans.

\"That was great Andrew thanks\" Sara said as she headed for the door.

\"Always. Same time tomorrow?\" he replied and asked.

\"Of course\" She said with a grin, and together they walked out of the hotel, only to seperate without so much as a kiss goodbye, because they would be seeing each other soon.

I know it could be a bit more detailed. I\'m thinking about adding some more chapters when I get a moment to sit and write. Maybe a memory of F/F, or Beastiality, or some solo action with toys! Any suggestions? I want this particular story to be as squickish as can be.