丝绸浴袍

The salt air clung to everything in the hotel room, even the thin white curtains that billowed like ghosts over the open balcony doors. I’d been Mila’s trainer for six months, but seeing her here, in this seaside resort, was a different kind of session entirely.

She stood by the window, backlit by the orange sunset, wearing nothing but a short, emerald silk robe that tied loosely at her waist. The fabric shimmered with every shift of her hips, clinging to the damp skin she’d barely toweled off after her swim. I was still in my board shorts, sand sticking to my calves.

“You’re staring, Leo,” she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She didn’t turn around.

“Can’t help it,” I admitted, my voice rougher than I intended. “That robe’s doing a lot of work.”

She finally turned, and the robe gaped just slightly at the top, revealing the upper swell of her tits, still beaded with water. “Maybe it’s not the robe.”

I crossed the room in three strides. My hands found her waist, the silk impossibly smooth under my palms, but I could feel the heat of her skin radiating right through it. I pulled the knot loose, and the robe fell open, framing her body in a cascade of green. Her tits were bare, nipples hard from the cool sea breeze, her stomach flat, and below, a neat strip of dark hair leading down to her cunt.

“Fuck, Mila,” I breathed.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “That’s the idea.”

I kissed her hard, my tongue pushing past her lips as my hands slid the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, and she was naked against me, all warm, wet skin and need. I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her bare cunt pressing against the rough fabric of my shorts.

“Bed,” she whispered against my mouth. “Now.”

I laid her down on the crisp white sheets, the sunset painting her body in gold. I knelt between her legs, my cock already straining against my shorts. I shucked them off, my dick springing free, thick and hard. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly.

“God, you’re big,” she murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“You can handle it.”

She guided me to her entrance, and I pushed inside. She was slick and hot, her inner walls clenching around me as I sank in to the hilt. She gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

I set a rhythm, slow and deep at first, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I leaned down to suck one nipple into my mouth, biting gently. She cried out, her hips bucking against mine.

“Harder, Leo,” she begged. “Please.”

I grabbed her hips, angling her up, and drove into her with more force. The slap of our bodies filled the room, mingling with her moans and my grunts. I could feel her getting wetter, hotter, her fingers gripping the sheets.

“You feel so good,” I growled. “So fucking tight.”

“I’m close,” she panted. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb and rubbing in tight circles. She screamed, her body convulsing around my cock as she came, her cunt milking me. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I buried my face in her neck, my hips jerking as I flooded her with my cum.

We lay there, tangled and sweaty, the silk robe forgotten on the floor. The room was dark now, the only light the soft glow of the moon.

“That was…” she started, her voice breathy.

“Unplanned,” I finished, laughing softly.

“Best kind of training session,” she teased, curling into my side. “We should do this more often.”

I pulled the sheet over us, my arm wrapping around her. “I think I can arrange that.”

She giggled. “Just don’t expect me to wear the robe again. It’s ruined.”

CATEGORIES: [Robe, Fitness, Hotel, Just the Two of Us, Passionate Sex]