My Fantasy of Hotsauce

This story is purely fantasy. It describes a dream come true meeting with my stunning Lush friend Hotsauce, whose name is Fiona.

I had decided long ago that if I was going to work as hard and often as I do, I would be sure to make my vacations worth while. My most recent trip was a tour through Europe. My first stop would be Ireland; Dublin to be precise. I was sure to put Ireland on the itinerary because my Lush friend Fiona resided on the Emerald Isle. When I informed her of my trip, she said she would love to meet me.

Shortly before I booked my trip, I found out about a race that would take place while I was there. It was a ten mile obstacle course. I could not help myself, and signed up. I arrived to my hotel really early in the morning, caught up on some sleep, then headed out to the race. It was a grueling physical challenge, but well worth it. As I was nearing the finish line, I heard a voice calling my name. Angels I thought, coming to rescue me as I thought I would drop dead immediately after crossing the finish line. After I finished, the voice located me, and I was right. It was an angel calling my name. It was Fiona.

"Congratulations!" she said. "Very impressive time. And I have to say watching you run around and climb those obstacles was exciting."

Fiona was a site for sore eyes. Wearing just jeans and stylish t-shirt, her beauty still stood out in the crowd.

"Thank you. Wow, you look even better in person. Sorry I'd give you a hug and all, but you know," I said, pointing to my body which was covered in sweat and mud from the race.

"Well, you'll just have to owe me," she said, and flashed me that angelic smile once more.

She followed me back to the hotel. I explained I didn't want to be too presumptuous about anything, but I had hoped she would hangout with me the whole night. I also said I had booked the adjoining room in the hotel just for her so she could have a place to spend the night if she wanted. She took me up on that offer, and brought a small bag up to the room. We went to each of our rooms and showered and got dressed. I entered her room wearing dark jeans and a form fitting button down shirt.

"You clean up good, Eric," she said, and we finally shared our introductory hug and two kisses. "Wow, look at these." she playfully squeezed my biceps.

I will admit, I wore the shirt for that reason. We walked across the street to a restaurant the concierge had recommended to me. We walked in and noticed the dim lighting, romantic music, candle lit tables, and a couple at almost every table.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea this was like this," I apologized.

"No worries, Eric," she said. "Let's just eat. You must be starving."

She was right, and getting to a table was becoming a priority. The maitre'd sat us at a cozy table beside each other, not across from each other. Service was slow, but it gave us plenty of time to catch up. When our server arrived we each ordered a drink.

"You are not going to get all touchy feely on me after a few drinks, are you?" I asked, referring to comments her friend made about her habits. I was actually welcoming the idea.

"I don't need a drink for that." she put her hand on my thigh and gave me a little squeeze.
 
I could feel my cheeks warming, and I knew I was blushing.

We had wonderful conversation during dinner. We joked. Fiona told me about the many wonders of her country. We flirted. And occasionally one of us would give a playful grope to the other. We were finishing up dessert, when I told Fiona she had whip cream on her face. She asked where and I tried to wipe it off with her napkin.
 
"Right here." I leaned in and kissed her.

She squeezed my thigh again, but this time it was the highest it had been all night.

We left the restaurant and decided we would try to go to a club. We went back to the hotel, and once on the elevator, our lips came together at the same rate as the elevator doors. It was a heavenly make out session, and the whole time I thought I should have gotten a room on the top floor to prolong the kiss. We arrived at our floor and Fiona said she would like to change first.
 
She knocked on the adjoining door when she was ready, and entered my room wearing only a black, silk nighty. I was floored. She looked absolutely radiant. My heart rate was increasing to a rate similar to what it was during my race as I looked at that black silk clinging to her soft skin. Her fiery red hair draped over her shoulders.
 
"You didn't really want to go out after all you've done today did you?" she asked.

"Honestly, I don't think I can handle that, so I'm quite glad you are on the same page. I'm actually stiffening up a bit. I did not have time to properly prepare for this race." I said.

She offered to give me a massage, and her hands rubbed my back as we kissed again. It felt good, but I really did need some deep muscle work. Fiona agreed to go further. I stepped into the bathroom, stripped, and came out only wearing a towel. I also handed her a bottle of oil that I had brought, just in case. I laid on the edge of the bed, and Fiona began rubbing the oil into my broad shoulders. Then inward to the muscles that lined my spine. It felt wonderful. She dripped some more oil, and gave special attention to my lower back, which I really needed. Then I felt the towel be removed, and her hands squeezed and rubbed my tight buttocks. Then her hands crept down the back of my thighs, to my toned calves and back up.

She covered my bottom with the towel again, and worked on my back a little more before saying,
"Okay roll over."

I gladly rolled over and Fiona started with my legs this time. It felt so good, I just closed my eyes and really began to relax. Soon I felt her throw her leg over me, straddling my lap. She drizzled the oil on my chest and stomach. Her hands squeezed my shoulders, and her fingertips pressed downward to my tensed biceps and forearms. Her soft hands diligently massaged my chest, and she gently tugged on my chest hair. She took a considerable amount of time massaging my abs, and I began to feel her pelvis gently rocking against mine. My cock was quickly hardening. I opened my eyes and noticed Fiona's eyes were on the same path as her hands, going from my abs up to my chest. Finally she saw I was watching her. She blushed a little as if she felt guilty enjoying rubbing my body. I could see the desire burning in her eyes, and I'm sure she could see the lust in mine.

"Okay, its you turn." I said.

Fiona did not need much convincing. She stood up, turned her back to me, slid off her silk pink panties, then removed her lingerie, grabbed an extra nearby towel to cover her bottom with, and laid face down on the bed. I poured a few drops of oil on her flawless back, and then some on my hands and rubbed them together to create a warming touch. I began massaging Fiona's lower back, and worked upward. Her back was also tight, perhaps from the sexual tension we were feeling. I continued to her neck and shoulders, then down her arms, pushing the stress out through her fingertips. My hands would then find Fiona's gorgeous legs, and happily danced down them. I wanted to kiss them so bad that my cock became fully erect.

I resisted the temptation. After massaging her ass, I knelt over her upper thighs, giving me a better angle to massage her back again. My hands ran up and down her back again, my touch alternating between strong and delicate. it wasn't until she let out a soft sexy purr that I realized I had subconsciously began rocking back and forth as she had done while sitting on me. I hard cock had been resting between her buns, and I had begun sliding it back and forth. Not wanting to get too far ahead of myself, I offered to massage her front as well. She accepted.

My hands were drawn to her Fiona's supple breasts. My finger tips gently pressed along the side, to the bottom of her tits, and up into the middle. My hands fanned out on to each breast and then retreated the way they came. I repeated this a few times before my hands would slide down her side, under the towel to her thighs. The movement of my hands caused the towel to fall off and exposing Fiona. She did not mind. My hands moved inward and upward on her thighs, up to her belly.

With that I felt my towel drop and a long warm kiss on my smooth balls. She began sucking my shaved sack, and then invited it into her mouth. My hands found their way to her ginger colored mound. I teased her, placing my fingers on her outer labia and tracing circles around her moist pussy, sure not to enter her yet. Her kisses moved onto the base of my shaft. Each kiss lasted five seconds and included some flicking of her tongue while her warm lips stayed in place. Once her lips had reached the tip of my cock, I slid a finger deep inside her as my thumb teased her clit. 

Her well lubricated pussy invited more fingers inside her. I eased a second digit in to her and she softly moaned. Her tongue licked down my cock, and I knew the time had come to give her as much pleasure with my tongue as she gave me with hers. I laid on the bed beside her. Fiona grabbed my cock and took me deep into her mouth. She was aware that my cock had been neglected during the full body massage and was determined to make up for it as she massaged my cock with her tongue while she sucked me.

The scent of her ginger bush drove me wild, and while I had every intention of giving her a long and slow orgasm, I could not contain my excitement. My fingers combed through her pubic hair and I gave her pussy a warm kiss. My tongue licked large circles around the outside of her pussy. I noticed juices were beginning to be excreted from her. My tongue licked smaller circles, as it moved into the center, and then finally invaded her pussy.

Once I tasted her sweet juices, any patience I had had vanished. I licked her clit and slid two fingers in to her, twisting on their way out. Fiona had been sending shock waves of pleasure through my whole body as she deep throated me. I slid a third finger inside her while kissing and sucking her engorged clit. The pleasure was overwhelming for Fiona, and her breathing became so heavy she could not continue to suck my cock and breath at the same time. Her body began to tremble, and I grabbed her by the ass and held her steady against my face as I licked her to orgasm. 

I pulled myself away from her. I got up to get us both a drink of water. Fiona sat up on the edge of the bed and took a drink. I began to walk away, and she asked me to stop, as she just wanted a minute to admire my oiled up physique.
 
"Eric, you are so sexy," she said, still catching her breath.

I walked over to her and gave her a kiss. My cock was level with her chest. Fiona grabbed my cock and stroked it. Then she rubbed the tip along her tits, and coated her nipples with my precum. She placed my throbbing cock between her breasts, and then pushed them together. I slid my cock up and down, and her chest glistened as more of my precum emerged. The sensation was amazing, but I wanted to cum with Fiona, which meant I got to make her cum again.

I climbed on the bed and sat behind her. My legs were outside of hers, and I wrapped my arms around her. We gazed at each other in the mirror. her eyes were fixated on my biceps, bulging as they held her tightly.
 
"Fiona, you fascinated me from day one. Just chatting with you always made me hard,"I kissed her neck.

"Mmm, Eric. You always made me wet. Even just looking at us has made me wet all over again."

"Oh really?" I sent a hand down south to investigate.

She was not lying. I teased her pussy again with one finger. Her chest heaved in the mirror. I placed my hands under her perfect ass, and lifted her up and onto my eager cock. Fiona knew exactly what to do. She grounded on my shaft, and arched her back. I loved seeing her tits bouncing as she rode me. I'd play with her tits and tickle her thighs. Fiona's breathing again was becoming hurried. I knew my fate would be similar to hers soon.

I lifted her up and off of my cock. I directed Fiona to turn around, and she again mounted my rock hard cock and our lips were able to meet for a passionate kiss. She leaned back, and her hips rocked back and forth. Her belly moved in waves and as did her grip on my cock inside her pussy.

Sensing I was going to erupt soon, I sat up, picked up Fiona with my cock still inside her, stood up, spun, and crashed in to the bed on top of her. That final thrust triggered a violent orgasm for Fiona. She experienced a full body spasm, digging her fingernails into my back. I continued to thrust as deep as she would allow me given her tight grip, and my whole body shook as I came with Fiona.

When we caught our breath, we laid beside each other, and looked into each other's eyes.

"You know Fiona, just because I got my the other room doesn't mean you have to stay there if you don't want," I said.

"Good. I don't feel like being alone tonight," she said.

I received one more warm kiss, and then she turned off the light.