This is the second story from the Dirty Dancing series.
The Business Class cabin aboard the British Airways flight to Barcelona was comfortable but not what Cassie had expected Business Class to be like at all.
“I’d always imagined business class to be reclining beds, free champagne and flat screen TVs,” she said with a hint of disappointment to her voice.
“Darling, the flight is less than two hours, Business Class isn’t quite so extravagant on a short flight. A flight to New York on the other hand would be very different and more to your expectations.”
Just the mention of New York had her blood rushing. Imagine if he asked if he could take her to Broadway next. She felt like a kid at Christmas and still couldn’t quite believe that she was on her way to Barcelona for the very first time.
They relaxed back into their seats with a glass of complimentary champagne. The two air hostesses taking care of them were obviously impressed with their VIP passenger but, fortunately for Cassie, all his attention was on her.
The thought of a quickie on board and joining the mile high club had been quashed when Cassie went to the bathroom and could only just manoeuvre herself into the tiny space.
“How on earth does anyone have sex in the bathroom of an airplane?” Cassie gushed as soon as she returned to her seat.
“With some difficulty,” he laughed.
“Have you?”
“Not on a regular airline like this one, but on a private jet with a bedroom, yes.”
“A plane with a bedroom, are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not kidding, public bathrooms, especially tiny airplane bathrooms, don’t float my boat to be honest. I don’t use public bathrooms to pee let alone fuck.”
“Stop talking dirty, you’re turning me on.” Cassie giggled.
“Who says we need a bathroom anyway?” Steven winked while guiding her hand towards his obvious erection.
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The flight seemed to be landing no sooner than it had taken off and Cassie was excited to take in the sights and sounds of Barcelona.
She had only ever flown once before and that had been to Ireland when she was 16 years old for a family wedding. This was her first real overseas journey and she could hardly contain her childish enthusiasm.
They were greeted in the arrivals area by a very Spanish looking gentleman in a suit holding up a sign with Steven’s initials in big black letters on it. Steven seemed to know him and headed straight for him and warmly shook his hand.
“Hola Luis, que tal hombre, cuanto tiempo?” Steven spoke fluently and Cassie was totally impressed. She had taken French at school but couldn’t remember anything more than merci, bonjour and bon nuit.
“Cassie meet my driver, Luis,” he said slapping him on the back. Cassie shook Luis’s hand and nodded a “Hola” in his direction.
“Bon dia señorita,” he replied. Cassie wasn’t too sure what that meant but smiled anyway.
The two men chatted in Spanish all the way to the car. Cassie followed behind while taking in her surroundings.
The temperature was rather warm considering it was the middle of February; it had been subzero at home when they had left this morning. She slipped out of her sheepskin coat before climbing into the back of the car.
The journey from El Prat (yes that’s really the name of the airport) to the city was quicker than she had expected. They pulled up outside the W Hotel and from what she could see it was on the beach.
“I had no idea Barcelona was a seaside town,” Cassie said while scrambling out from the confines of the car.
“It most certainly is, and we are right on the beach, wait until you see the view,” he replied smiling at her inexperience.
The Hotel blew Cassie away; it was a huge glass building shaped like the sail of a boat and the blue sky and sea reflected so beautifully from thousands of shimmering windows.
Steven tugged on her arm and pulled her into the huge lobby of the hotel.
“Wait until you see the view from our suite”, he chuckled at her squeals of delight.
“We have a suite?” she purred, following him, wide eyed, like a kid in a candy store.
People rushed around them whipping their bags away and fussing over their famous guest. They were led towards the lift area to be escorted to their room.
“We have the biggest suite in the hotel darling at 300m2 it’s probably 4 times bigger than your apartment.” He said as he stepped into the elevator, leading the way.
As the doors closed, he leant in and crushed her lips in a kiss as the glass elevator made its way swiftly to the penthouse suite on the top of the hotel.
She felt a red glow flush her cheeks, a combination of excitement and embarrassment as they were in the elevator with a team of bellboys.
Extreme Wow Suite was written in gold letters above the huge double door. Cassie couldn’t have imagined a more appropriate name for this room. In fact it wasn’t a room, it was an apartment with separate bedrooms and a kitchen.
The staff quickly put the bags away and pointed out where things could be found before leaving with a hefty tip from Steven. He was always very generous with the people around him; she liked that about him.
Cassie swirled around the room with her arms spread wide, taking it all in.
The main room was the living room, decked out in white leather sofas, reclining chairs and contemporary wooden furniture. The beautiful wooden floors flowed throughout the whole apartment. The 360-degree views of Barcelona and the Mediterranean were absolutely breath taking via the floor to ceiling windows that bordered the entire suite.
3 beautiful double bedrooms combined wood, leather and mirrors in a very luxurious fashion, each one with its own en-suite bathroom. The white marble roll top bathtubs all sat by the window with a view that was exquisitely infinite. Cassie wandered, mouth agape, from room to room.
The enormous outdoor terrace had a Jacuzzi no less. A huge tub full of steamy hot water bubbles seemed to be popping with delight. The steam was dancing in the cool air above the water. The temperature was a little colder up here and Cassie wrapped her arms around herself in a bid to stay warm.
The hot tub had Cassie fantasising about all the fun that could happen in there. This was literally the most beautiful place she had ever seen. Compared to the hotel in Ireland, the only hotel she had ever stayed in, this was a luxury dream hotel.
Steven wrapped his arms around hers from behind as she gazed over the sapphire blue waters for as far as her eyes could see.
“I feel like I’m in a dream,” she sighed. “I feel like a fairy princess, can you just pinch me?”
Steven gently pinched her waist as he leant in and kissed her neck.
“Right, first things first,” he said, pulling away and heading back inside towards the bottle of complimentary champagne. “Let’s get this party started”, popping the cork like a professional.
Cassandra was mentally putting together a sexual agenda for the day. Tomorrow would be for sightseeing, but today, she wanted to show this incredible man her gratitude in a way that would benefit them both.
There were three bedrooms and a giant Jacuzzi on the terrace; she planned on using them all. Being on the very top floor meant no prying eyes.
Cassandra took the crystal flute that Steven handed to her and chinked it against his.
“Welcome to Barcelona,” he crooned.
The bubbles tickled her nose as she drank down the entire glass much to Steven’s amusement.
“Let me give you a proper welcome,” she said teasingly.
Cassie put both their glasses on the table and moved in towards him.
“Let’s get you out of these uncomfortable clothes shall we?” she said removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. She was already a little lightheaded from the 4 glasses of champagne on the plane and was beginning to feel naughty.
She held his gaze as she removed his clothes seductively, her lip caught between her teeth. She felt all her inhibitions slip away as the champagne flowed through her blood like liquid courage.
Once he stood naked before her, she began to remove her own clothes one piece at a time in a way that made her inner stripper burst with pride. She thought back to their last encounter and how he had really enjoyed watching her touch herself, so decided that would be for bedroom number one.
Now fully naked she pointed towards the bottle and the 2 glasses, “grab those will you?”
He took the bottle in one hand and the two glasses with the other. Cassie took him by the erection, as if it were his hand, and guided him through to the first bedroom.
“Let’s toast to this room first,” she said, nodding towards the bottle in his hands.
Steven obliged and filled up the two empty glasses. Passing one to her, again they chinked and drank. Once again the glasses sat empty beside the bottle.
Cassie took Steven’s hand and guided him to the foot of the large white bed. “I want you to stay there,” she said leaving him and heading back around the bed. She gracefully crawled onto it with the poise of a prima ballerina.
Positioning herself in the middle of the white bedspread she lay back facing him while pulling up her knees and allowing them to fall open still keeping her feet joined.
He groaned at the beautiful sight laid out before him as his hand found his solid member. She was exquisite; her white skin almost blended in with the stark white sheets. Only the smattering of her golden freckles and the blast of bright colour from her long auburn hair stood out like a red splash of paint on a blank canvas.
Even though she was 30 years old her body was like that of a much younger girl. Her breasts, with swollen, pale pink nipples that looked like they had only just developed, made him crazy with desire. He imagined those long supple limbs that seemed to never end wrapped around his waist. That naughty look that lit up her eyes when she drank champagne was burning brightly now and was fixed on him.
Her hands travelled slowly across her alabaster skin, her nipples becoming taut in the wake of her own touch. She pushed her legs down the bed and arched her back as her fingers found her damp sex. She could hear the sensuous slick sounds her fingers were making between her thighs and groaned as she slipped two fingers inside herself.
She watched as he began to move his hand, his eyes burning into her flesh. The look on his face was one she would remember forever. She decided that being watched while pleasuring herself was now one of her favourite sex acts. The power she felt was second to none. He was completely under her spell, lost in a sexual trance and she was in total control.
She let her inner stripper come to the surface and take the lead role, falling into character easily. She opened her legs wide again, allowing him to see her every move clearly. He moved towards her but she stopped him in his tracks.
“Stop, stay there, I want you to look not touch,” she ordered.
Steven did as he was told.
“I want you to cum while you watch me, no touching, eyes only, understood?”
“Understood,” he groaned, amused by her new found authority.
Cassie turned her head to one side and studied the scene in the mirrored wardrobes all down one side of the bed. It felt like watching other people having sex. The scene of the threesome in the theatre came flooding back to her mind, encouraging her fingers to work faster.
It was like an outer body experience only with all the sensations intact. Watching her own hands on her body intimately caressing every crease and fold while he stroked himself, eyes fixed on her.
Watching her and Steven’s reflection was incredibly arousing and the fire in her belly was burning hard.
She moved one hand up to her breast and began pulling on one nipple while the other hand rubbed frantically at her swollen clitoris. She held Steven’s gaze as his hand began to move faster and faster ready to bring himself to orgasm.
She pushed a breast up to her mouth and flicked her tongue across the nipple causing Steven to almost lose his balance. She made a mental note that that was something he liked and continued to tease him. His face contorted, how she loved his cum face.
“Baby you are so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as he pumped his hot liquid offering all over her belly and thighs.
His groans echoed around the large room as he continued to milk his orgasm, his face a picture of hot sex.
“I’m sorry Cass, I couldn’t hold on for another second, let me finish you off now.” he panted through ragged breaths moving towards her.
“Ah, but that was the plan. In bedroom one, I get to make you cum. In bedroom 2, you get to make me cum. In bedroom 3, you get to fuck me and the Jacuzzi will be our curtain call.”
She spoke as if she’d done this a million times with her newly aquired alcohol induced confidence.
Steven was certainly enjoying Cassie’s sexual assertiveness.
“Ok, let me clean this up, you pour another glass and I’ll see you through there,” she said pointing towards the next room.
She stood for a moment just admiring the bathroom itself. It was possibly the most beautiful bathroom ever. Everything was white; which made it look so classy. White fluffy towels filled a tall white open cupboard. White lilies sat in crystal vases and the white roll-top marble bath sat before the most incredible view of eternal blueness.
The glass see through shower could easily hold 10 people and even the toilet and bidet looked like they were hovering above the ground. The white marble tiles seemed to have a touch of glitter in them causing it to shimmer in the sunlight.
She sat on the bidet and let the water warm up before splashing herself clean. Her skin tingled beneath her fingers as she brushed her very swollen and sensitive clitoris. She had been so close to orgasm but she had managed to hold back. Room number two would be her release. She needed to pace herself if they were to make a day of this.
Drying herself off with the soft fluffy towel, she padded through to the next room where Steven was already perched on the bed holding the two glasses.
“Cheers,” she said, taking one and chinking it against his.
“Cheers beautiful,” he replied, his voice heavily sated and gruff from sex.
Steven removed the glass from Cassie’s hand and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Wait here a second,” he said, jumping up from the bed and disappearing from the room.
Cassie began to touch herself again; the sexual tension in her body was crackling. Her belly was on fire and it felt like she was hornier than she had ever been in her life.
Steven returned with what looked like a handful of bathrobe belts and threw them onto the bed.
“Right young lady, it’s my turn to please you now, so lay back and spread you arms and legs.”
Cassie giggled, “how are you going to tie me to the bed if there are no legs on the bed?”
“Shit!” he hadn’t thought of that. He wasn’t deterred and decided that if he lifted the mattress he could tie them to the metal base.
He eventually had Cassie tied down and spread eagled before him. Her skin was alive and reacting to his every movement. If it weren’t for the alcohol induced courage she wouldn’t be comfortable being so openly exposed to him, but right now she felt in total control.
Steven lowered himself onto her body and began tracing invisible lines with his tongue, from her neck all the way down to her wrist and back up. The sensation of his tongue under her armpit was something she’d never felt before. It was a cross between a tickle and a direct hit to her groin. Like there was some invisible electrical connection between the two parts of her body.
He took his time over every inch of her skin, tasting, licking and gently biting. Having her hands restricted was exhilarating, she couldn’t move other than a slight lift of the hips. She couldn’t touch him or guide him and the feeling of being unable to respond to him heightened the arousal times a million. His tongue didn’t miss one single inch of her; Cassandra felt like her skin was one raw nerve ending. It was as if she were orgasming from every pore.
He eventually made his way to her centre, his tongue hot and probing as his fingers massaged her buttocks. She tried to push herself against him but her attempts were futile. She wanted to fist her hands into his hair and push him deeper but she couldn’t.
Her moans became louder and Steven knew he was on his way to bringing her to climax. He was hard again and wanted nothing more than to fuck her but they were playing by her rules.
Cassie groaned as he pushed his head deep between her thighs, finding her bud with his lips he began to gently suck on her tiny erection. Casssie felt flames lapping in her belly and cried out again. Suddenly she felt his fingers slip inside her and she knew she was on the home run.
She abandoned herself to the needs of her body and thrashed against him as much as the ties would allow. He sucked and fucked her with his fingers bringing her to the most incredible explosions; wave after wave.
She felt like the orgasm would never end as he kept licking and sucking at her. It continued to rack her body with spasms of pleasure.
Finally her body collapsed and lay limp beneath his touch.
Steven raised his head and moved up her body to kiss her with his sodden mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and sucked at his tongue in an attempt to share in some of her own liquid gold. The kiss left them both breathless and panting.
“Oh My Fucking God! I think that might be the hardest I ever came, like EVER! How long did that orgasm even last? I reckon that’s a Guinness World Record right there!”
“It was a pretty long one, I thought you might have been having a seizure at one point,” he laughed.
She laughed with him, feeling on top of the world.
“Right then, how d’you fancy getting laid in bedroom number three?’ she giggled as he untied her from her restraints.
“I’d love to get laid baby, let me go and open another bottle and I’ll see you in there he teased,” pointing towards the next room.
Part two coming soon…