The door of the Boeing 738 opens and the smell of hot, scorched tarmac floods the cabin. I instantly feel that jeans were probably a mistake for a 1pm landing in Cape Town. As I descend the stairs, I soak in the atmosphere of the southern hemisphere. The cold late autumn of home fades away as my skin enjoys its first kiss of heat for months.

This business trip I’m on is just a formality. The ins and outs of the contract have already been agreed but it's just important enough to scrape a paid for visit to the other side of the world. Score.

Unfortunately, my travels today are just beginning and I quickly head through to transfers. Thankfully my connection to Gqeberha goes as planned and soon I’m strolling the tarmac of the Port Elizabeth International Airport. Still hitting the mid-20s, I'm glad i managed to take the time to swap into my shorts and a t-shirt. 

A short taxi later and I’ve checked into my hotel. The Nova is a sleek modern affair, sandwiched between some plain residential properties like a beautiful, white-washed, concrete island. It seems somewhat out of place, but I soon forget that as the dusty drive outside gives way to plush, luxurious interiors. I'll have to thank my PA for finding this place. It's wonderfully quiet and private. The receptionist is friendly and, I noticed, hiding an incredibly proportioned ass beneath a uniform that, frankly, was a crime against curves. I smile at her but only get a half-hearted response. Maybe it's the baggy clothes ruining her mood. Or maybe I’m just not the catch I was in my twenties.

Failure to charm aside, I’m soon enjoying a rest and a cooling shower in my room. I pull out my phone and start looking through good places to visit. I browse through the bars and come across one called Barney's right by the beach. It looks like a nice place to have some food, grab a few drinks, maybe practice my apparently waning charm... I throw on some clean jeans (now it's cooling down) and a nice shirt and head out.

It's pushing 7pm and my taxi pulls up outside. I hop out, and ask the driver for his number, "I'll give you a call later if that’s ok. Get a ride back?" "Sure, no problem." I really wish I could grow a moustache like that. I can still see it in the mirror as he pulls out of the end of the road and round the corner. It's dark inside. The lights are dim, and the music is just the right level. Loud enough to enjoy but no so loud that I have to shout at the bartender as I ask if I can get a menu. I tuck myself into a booth where i can see the tv, the door, and, more importantly, the barman. I'm getting table service tonight. 

As I sit and absorb the hubbub around me. My eyes fall on a group of much younger women by the bar. Three of them can't be much over 20. The other two must be older sisters or something but I’m enjoying the view. They're laughing and passing around a round of drinks they've just bought, and I watch avidly as one’s dress keeps rising, only to be tugged down, teasingly, again and again. Maybe they'd like a booth I think to myself.

I'm on the point of hopping up and making a move when the door opens again. A young woman walks in. Early 30s. Tight black skirt. Low cut white top. Jacket over the top. She's not wearing heels (fuck that when you're over 30) but flats like a woman who knows that walking without pain wins every time.

She's perfection. 

Her dark hair catches the lights with a reddish tint. I can't tell if it's just a trick of the light or if her hair is coloured but it’s eye catching. I watch as her dark gaze sweeps the room. I'm still staring as she catches my eye and smiles. Now, you can tell a lot from a smile. Some smiles are small, a tilt of the lips to say, "go on", or "That was a good attempt at a joke. Better luck next time." Some smiles are quick and flash past, leaving you unsure if you ever even saw it at all. This smile was slow and languorous. A predatory grin full of desire and bad decisions. It slowly spread as inevitable as the tide until it stretched across her whole face, her eyes creasing at the corners as she found what she was looking for. Slowly, so slowly, the grin fades. Leaving a bright impression of teeth like the afterspot of the sun when you dare to gaze at it. Her soft lips press together, the lower sliding in under her teeth until she’s biting it. Still staring at me. "Fuck." I think. My brain kicks back in as she starts to sway her way towards me. Her eyes fixed on mine. She slides into the booth opposite me. Sighing as she sits. Waving the barman over she orders a drink and pays cash. 

"Are you going to say hello?" She says quietly. Her eyes twinkling. "Hey." I reply. I think she feels exactly how I do. I hope she does. As I break my eyes away from hers, I notice her top is revealing an incredible amount of cleavage. I lick my lips and catch myself biting them. I look up again and she winks. Her hand sits on the table as she waits and I, feeling bold and suddenly full of hot desire, I take her hand in mind. As that smile returns, I know she wants exactly what I want. I slip round the table to sit next to her and by the time the barman returns with her drink our lips are pressed together as we kiss. 

I feel her breath against my cheek as we kiss hard. Pulling apart to feel that soft sensation before moving together again. I gaze deep into her eyes and sweep her hair behind her ear. I softly stroke her cheek as I sink into her eyes. Wondering how I got so lucky. I lean in again to kiss.

My arm slips around her back and her legs turn into me as we make out like teenagers at a party. It's hot, sweet, and breathless. My hand rises slowly up her back, pressing against her warm clothing. Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I pull her to me so i can move down her neck. My lips caressing the warm skin and I bite firmly as she quietly moans a breath into my ear. My other hand has moved to her thigh. Running up and down the bare skin of her leg and holding her firmly against me. We continue like this for a number of long minutes. Though it feels endless. Alternating between kissing, and biting, and pulling of hair. My hand gets bolder and makes its way into her dress, tracing across her panties until i feel the wetness, hot, between her thighs. 

I slide my fingers down against her, pushing firmly against her clit and further back. Building a gentle rhythm forward and back. She stops breathing. Then sighs deeply, her head resting on my shoulder as she nips my neck. I feel the heat building as I increase the tempo. Her head on my shoulder, I’m suddenly staring down her top, my cock suddenly straining against the inside of my jeans.  I watch her chest rise and fall as her breath becomes shallow. Her lips still brushing against my neck as her eyes close and she burrows into me. Suddenly she pulls away slightly and I stop, she looks me dead in the eyes as, in the booth, she mounts me. Legs astride my hips, she begins to dry fuck me through my jeans. We've completely forgotten the bar around us.

I’m watching her face as she grinds on me. Her eyes bright. Mouth open. Cheeks flushed. My hands grip her hips as she thrusts against me. The perfect, naughty, beautiful Temptress.

"Will you two just fuck off!" The barman shouts. 

She slowly stops her griding and looks me in the eye. She climbs off and walks to the door. Throwing down the cash I give the barman a big grin and a wink. The scowl i get in return is just beautiful. I see the group of young women staring as we leave. I think they're jealous. 

Outside she's waiting. As i walk up to her she grabs the bulge in my jeans and squeezes my balls tight. I gasp and grab her hips. 

"My hotel Lass?" I ask. "Sounds good." she replies.

Calling the taxi from before we're not long before we're through the door. The sexy reception lady has vanished and now an old night porter winks as we pass him on our way to the room. I'm still thinking about the taxi ride as we scramble up the stairway. Her hand sliding into my jeans and caressing me the whole way back. My fingers squeezing her breasts through her top and again finding her hot panties to keep her aroused. 

Soon we're outside the door and, grabbing her hands, I lift them over her head. Pushing her hard against the wall. I deep kiss her, long and slow, pressing myself to her. She lifts her hips to meet my crotch and I feel as she pulls at my hands with desire to reach down. I open the door with one hand and push her inside. Kicking the door shut behind us like I’m James fucking Bond or something. Hoping she's as impressed with that move as I am, I push her down onto the bed. "Leave your hands there" I say. My voice rough with passion. Kneeling at the end of the bed I finally reach up, hooking each side of her soaking panties I pull them down. I kiss my way back up her calves, biting the firm muscle hard as I rise up, and across her thighs, until I can bite her hot, wet, swollen pussy lips between my teeth. I suck them into my mouth and let my tongue capture her wetness across the whole length of her slit. 

I take her hot clit into my mouth and tug it gently and firmly. And finally. I let my tongue slide down and enter her. She tastes impossibly sweet. Maybe my desire giving me what I wanted. Maybe just her natural flavour. I lap it up and tongue deep inside her before slowly rising back up to start a rhythm with her clit. As i do, the first of my fingers slips gently into her and rubs hard against the inside of her walls. I slip in a second finger, sensing this is the perfect amount, and begin to suck and rub together. Her breathing is now hard and deep and I can see her fingers pulling my pristine white bedsheets into little meringue mounds. Her head is tilted back but obscured by her large breasts. I don't let up the pace. I'm determined, and energized, and absolutely focused on her pleasure. As I feel her reaching her peak I smile to myself to have such control. I stop, her gasp of dismay is a symphony of delight, and I flip her roughly onto her front. Her skirt flies up, exposing a prefect ass. I lift and tuck her legs under her. She helps, knowing what's coming, kicking off her shoes.

I pull my throbbing cock free, the precum dripping across the soft perfect soles of her feet. Parting her ass cheeks to view her perfect pussy I push myself deep inside her. Sliding in the full length of my thick shaft. She moans in pleasure as I start to find the rhythm i'd used to finger her. I stay deep and only pull out enough to help her feel every inch of me. I know if I get over excited I would fill her up right now. But I keep going, hard, fast, deep. Her ass against my hips. I slap her ass cheek hard enough to leave marks and lean forward to wrap my hand around her throat. She moans. "Yes." She's gripping the sheets in white knuckled hands as I go faster. I start to sweat but the effort is worth every second as I feel her rise to orgasm again. Finally, with a deep moaning cry she cums. Her hips pushing back into me to stop my thrusting. I feel her walls tighten around my shaft as she shudders. 

As she slowly relaxes and slides off my still pulsating cock I take in the sight of her well used pussy as she slowly rolls over and sits up. Reaching out she grabs my cock and, with short, deep motions, makes my legs grow weak. Using my cock as a lever she guides me to the bed, and we swap positions. Me, lying on the bed, her kneeling in front of me. Staring up at me with that Cheshire Cat grin again, she teases me with her tongue. I groan with pleasure. Knowing that it's my turn to give in. She reaches up to trace my nipples and, pinching one, pushes me back onto the bed. I close my eyes and feel her lips part around my head. Her mouth enveloping me completely as she goes down deep. I know I won’t last long now. I think she knows it too as she still teases. She leaves my cock and takes my balls deep into her mouth. Sucking them in. Building pressure. I can feel myself leaking precum incessantly. She’s enjoying my balls, I can feel her moaning around them. Letting my aching balls free she looks up. "Are you ready?" She asks. "Mmhmmm." I reply. I look down and find that she's pulled her gorgeous breasts free. She rests them either side of my shaft and presses them together. Their soft warm embrace engulfing my cock. She then relaxes and suddenly takes my entire length all the way into her mouth. She gags slightly and hums contentedly. Fast and hard she starts to blow me. And soon I feel myself rising to climax. As I moan and my hips tense, she pulls me free of her mouth and, with the lubrication from her mouth, she gives me a final few strokes before everything in my body goes ridged. I cum hard. And hot. And over her neck, and breasts, and stomach. I keep jerking, my hands grabbing at the bed, as she slowly massages every drop free. 

She leaves my limpening cock and, with her eyes closed, rubs my cum into her chest and neck, enjoying the sensations before slowly opening her eyes. 

"Shower?" She says.