She (Carmen): “Are you going to give me a wash then?” I asked, flashing him a devilish smile and shuffling closer to him along the floor of the tub. I passed him a bottle of bodywash that stood amid the candles. The water level was at my midriff when I sat upright, and I raised my arms with mock innocence, waiting to be cleaned. He poured some of the white, creamy soap into his palm and briefly worked it between his hands. He looked up and smiled, pausing as if in a quandary about were to wash first. I gave him a silent growl with my mouth to egg him on, and his slippery hands reached forward, cupping each breast and slowly, softly kneading them, working up on my chest, drawing my nipples out. It felt divine in the steam of the enclosed room, the cloying atmosphere drawing some inner sense of naughtiness out of me. I dropped my arms and swivelled round on to my knees, sloshing a few litres on the floor in the process, and leant forward to give him a kiss. As he responded my hand wandered up his leg to his groin, gently squeezing his cock into action in the warm water. “Stand up for me,” I said, pulling away. He gave me a querying look then slowly did as he was told, being careful not to slip. I kissed the tip of his semi-erect cock and nudged him round to my right so that he was able to lean against the wall. I shuffled closer and kissed his balls a couple of times, gently, deliberately, sensually. His cock lifted out of the way by my hand. I looked up to see him smiling down, as my mouth took in one of his balls and sucked gently. I could feel him getting harder in my hand by the second. It was so sexy to feel that slow transformation, the heavy heat of the room combining with the intoxication from the champagne to make me feel like a naughty girl in a sauna. “I want you to cum on my face,” I smiled up at him, stroking his cock harder. “What?” he said, almost incredulously. “You heard.” I licked up and down his cock a few times, as much of my tongue as possible outside of my mouth for the benefit of his view. I looked back up as I started wanking him again. He was hard now. “I want to feel you shoot on my face. I want you to have that image of me to call upon, when you’re thousands of miles away wanking off.” I wrapped my mouth around the end of his cock, sucking hard. He gave a muffled moan. I pushed myself against his legs, my soapy upper body sliding against him. My tits were against his thighs, and I shifted left and right enjoying the sensation of my hardened nipples slipping against him. I was gently mouth-fucking him – not taking his dick all the way out, but just keeping the end inside my lips and sucking for a few seconds before sliding him back towards my throat. My left hand was reaching round, cupping the piece of his ass that wasn’t pressed against the condensation-soaked wall. My right hand squeezed the base of his cock, wanking the full length of his throbbing cock whenever I broke off to look up at him. “More than that, though, Roberto – I want an image.” I kissed the underside of his cock in between hand strokes. Tonguey, slurpy kisses punctuating my sentences. “I want to remember looking up at you like this. Being your little slut for the night. I want to remember making you shoot over me. And every time I have to give my husband a blow job. I can close my eyes and think of this. You using me like this. God I would love that.” I began wanking him faster, using my mouth more sparingly as I tried to drive him on to orgasm. “Go on. Cum on my face.” I could see he was getting closer. “I want to feel it shoot over me.” I gave another little suck over the head of his cock and felt a wad of cum explode in my mouth as he cried out. My mouth released his dick and I wank slower, pointing him at my face, catching the remainder of his juice on my cheeks and round my mouth. I convinced the cum in my mouth out with my tongue and smeared it around my lips and chin, looking up at him. I wasn’t at all sure if he was enjoying the sight or not. “Sorry,” I mumbled as his dick went limp in my still-shuffling hand, “I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me?” He collapsed back down into the tub. “Which is great,” he replied. “But there are other things I’d rather remember you by.” I began rinsing his cum from my face and chest where it had dribbled down. He passed me a cloth. I looked up and he smiled at me. “So let’s make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door...”