Back in our room

We stood together in our room, naked. It had been cleaned, and the bed made, while we had been at breakfast. I held the envelope in my left hand and patted Kirsty on the bum before opening it, and pulling out the paper inside. It was a letter addressed to us, which I started to read out loud:

Dear Billy and Kirsty,

We do hope you are enjoying your stay here at the Fuxford Manor Hotel and making the most of the unique attractions our establishment has to offer.

“Oh, I think we’re doing that, aren’t we, babe?” cooed Kirsty, rubbing her right tit with her right hand and reaching down to briefly stroke my cock with her left. The letter continued:

You may be aware that this hotel is owned and managed by the Fuxford Group, a company wholly owned by a private members’ club. The club’s executive committee have a proposal that they would like to put to you.

Please would you be good enough to attend a brief meeting this morning with the club’s president. The club’s offices can be accessed via a staircase behind the hotel’s main reception.

While we are aware many guests like to take a naturist approach during their stay in the hotel, we do ask that you attend the meeting fully clothed. We have taken the liberty of providing a new top for Kirsty as a token of our good will; you will find it in the wardrobe in your room.

It was signed by the president of the club. I turned and raised an eyebrow at Kirsty, my right hand cupping her arse-cheek.

“What’s this all about?” I wondered.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she observed, and walked over to the wardrobe. “We’d better get dressed!” She immediately found the new top – made of stretchy fabric and in her favourite colour, it was bigger than any of her other clothes. I opened our suitcase – we hadn’t unpacked the clothes we had brought with us – and took out some of our own clothing.

Kirsty had no trouble dressing her bottom half, her knickers fitting tightly over her pert butt and a small wet patch immediately appearing where her still-juicy pussy was located.

“Hmm, that could be a problem,” she said, giving her twat a little rub with her fingers and then sucking on them. She then put on a little black skirt that tightly hugged her arse. There was no way any of her bras would fit so she wore the new top braless. It was a bit of a struggle to put on so I helped her to squeeze her giant boobs into the fabric. It was low-cut and despite its elasticity and size, those tits of hers only just fitted in. Her cleavage was now colossal and her nipples poked eagerly out through the stretchy material.

For me, the problem was the other way around. I had no trouble dressing my top half, but my huge dick was rock-hard after helping Kirsty into her tightly-fitting clothes and there was no way I could get it into my pants or do up my trousers with a throbbing erection. So it was Kirsty’s turn to help me out; she knelt down, taking my cock in her mouth and stroking it with both hands. She was becoming adept at giving me a blowjob now and I had no qualms about holding the back of her head while I fucked her face. I came in her mouth and, not wanting to get our newly cleaned room dirty again so soon, she swallowed it all down.

As my dick softened, I just about managed to pull up my pants and trousers, and we were ready to go.