He(Carlos): It was heaven with my cock in her mouth, feeling every last inch as she swallowed me, drawing me in and out, with her tongue wrapped around me. I never wanted it to stop, but before I could hold off, she had me blasting outwards onto her face. I settled back into the tub, knees weak, as I watched her dab the come from her face. I admit that a face dripping with white sperm was never a favorite fantasy of mine – somehow degrading. But as she smiled back at me after wiping herself clean, cheeks glistening with water, my heart melted. She actually started apologizing to me – “Sorry, I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me….” “Are you kidding me?” I replied, gasping. “You’re unbelievable! But there are other things I’d rather remember you by. So let’s make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door...” I slid forward onto my knees between her legs, bending over to suck her lips into my mouth. While she was distracted, I slipped my right hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside of her. She squealed as her hips thrust upward in the soapy water, taking on a rhythm of their own in time to my plunging fingers. I twisted my right hand palm up, the tips of my two fingers pressing into the spongy walls of her cunt above her vagina. I was going to find her g-spot or die trying….. I didn’t have long to wait. She broke her lips from mine, gasping as she grasped my shoulders with both hands. “Ooooh, what are you….?” The sudden clenching of every muscle in her body told me that I was on the right track. I pressed on the soft inner surface of her cunt, curling my fingers upward in a “come here” motion, caressing and drumming simultaneously at the moist flesh. Simultaneously, I bent my head downward, capturing her breast between my lips. I inhaled, sucking her breast flesh inside and trapping her rock-hard nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Her eyes rolled up inside her head, showing almost only white. Her hips twitched once, and then again, more violently. She pulled me down to her, biting my shoulder. I felt the pain, and I knew that there would be a mark that I might have some trouble explaining at home. But none of that mattered for now, as her body tensed into a bow and she cum. And cum. She shouted my name, she cursed, she shuddered as the waves broke over her, harder at first, and then gradually lessening as she rode the peaks of her orgasms and down the back side of her arousal. She cried out one more time, and then relaxed limply into the tub. She looked up weakly at me, and then grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me to her and kissing me deeply. “WHERE did you learn to do that?” she murmured weakly, after releasing my face from her hands. I didn’t answer, mostly because I had no idea myself. So I just grinned as I settled back into the opposite end of the tub. We spent the next half hour soaking, our arms draped over the sides of the tub. I let my feet rub over her skin gently, and I felt her toes doing the same to me. There was no more left to say – we had drained each other completely. When the time came, she slipped out of the tub. I started to rise, but she pressed me back down with one hand on my shoulder, and the index finger of her other hand pressed to my lips. “Not one word, lover,” she whispered. She dried herself off with a white fluffy towel, and then slipped on her black shift. She slid her undergarments into her purse with a naughty smile. “I hope I don’t have to explain this,” she grinned. And then she was out the door. It was another ten minutes before I could regain enough strength to pull myself out of the tub. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face, thinking only of my Carmen. I checked out early the next morning to catch my flight back home. I found myself looking out the window as the plane banked over Istanbul and headed south over the Sea of Marmara . What a trip! What a surprise! And what an amazing woman! I had no idea when –or even whether - I would see her again. But boy, I was ready to do it again, whenever the opportunity might arise. I never got tired of replaying in my mind those unbelievably erotic scenes from that night I spent with her. The vision of her face hovering over me as her hips ground sensuously into mine. The way she glowed when she was turned on. I couldn’t even take a shower without getting hard. And whenever I did, there was a smile on my lips. It was like the “gift that keeps on giving”. I wonder if her boyfriend noticed that she returned without her underwear? I know it is a blog site but just wanted good ppl in this site to share my fantasy. It is a bit long for those who can’t be bothered to read it all but for those who read, pls write your feedback. Thank you. Roberto…xxx